From Me I Pronounce You To Be: Poem by Noorie Ali

From me I pronounce you to be:
You are my Tulip the' seed' Id harvest in my heart.
You are my 'shadow' that walked with me right from the start.
You are my 'sun' that beam which shot onto me in the dark.
You are thi tender 'gloss' marked on my raspberry sticks.
For you’re my marked 'stain', that bruised my skin.
Pale, ripe now white
With 'purity'.
I say you to be my 'golden' perfect mix.
You beat, and scraech like 'drums' and' trumpets' in my ear.
I always 'hiss' for you to be near.
Not 'distant' like the skies above.
And the floor 'beneath' the soil.
I implanted you into me, for I am your 'stem'.
You are my 'day', my night at dusk.
You are my silent 'lullaby' I sung.
I hold your 'presence' even without your whole touch.
Only because you 'mean' to me so much.
When I 'dance' in the raining pearls.
You mount 'light' on me like falling 'diamonds'.
Pouring from the grey 'loving' skies, up.
Only then, am I to call you my 'love'?