Loving him is like soaking in the rain - the pitter patter of the drops as it pours on you,drenching you wet, quenching your thirst.The rain, your skin and the shade of his umbrella.
He is beautiful  - steady like an ever flowing river,calm as a still lake and alive ,cheerfully chirping like a young brook rolling down a forest.
But more than that, he is like the ocean..majestic..so vast,so deep..-hiding secrets -..layer beneath layer..  -fathoms below.
His love is like the taste of water-a sweetness understood only by a parched throat.

Because loving him is the building up of a flood - as your heart overflows to its brim, and like waves of tsunami ,he takes you away- as you drown in the ardent depths of the gentleness of his soul.