She

She is a piano, the black and white keys.

I am a viola, the 4 fragile strings.

She is a velociraptor, open smile all the time.

I am a narwal, resting cooly upon the pillow.

She is orange, full of life.

I am red, full of passion.

She is the listener, the ears to hear, the heart to respond.

I am the talker, the lips, the teeth, the tip of the tongue.

She is a banana, presented beautifully atop the cereal.

I am an apple, thrown in the backpack for when the stomach calls.

She is tea, a steaming cup of calm.

I am cocoa, a steaming cup of crazy.

She is love, giving all she has.

I am faith, trusting in all He has.

She is stripes, vertical and horizontal, a rhythm.

I am polka dots, bright and colorful, a variety.

She is monkey feet, familiar and fun.

I am bunny feet, from childhood and memories.

She is a mole, awkward and adorable.

I am a penguin, huggable and lover of the cold.

She is autumn, falling leaves and rainy days.

I am spring, fluttering blossoms and sunny days.

She is a whole note, always there.

I am an eighth note, flying in and out.

She is my friend.

I am hers.