Dancing with my Picasso - A1 (A Margarita Fireball)

You are my mobile Picasso,
My wobble in the moonlight of stress,
My shine in rainbow-colored shoes,
And in dresses that Jessica Rabbit your curves.

You wear dresses like a sunset,
Have curves that dance instead of pose,
You never stay inside the lines of generality 
That’s just how your beauty grows.
A new unique resonating beam of color a day

And I,
I am in love,
With my Picasso.

I do not look at you and think,
No, I inhale.
You are the seventh sense,
Though not always designed to make sense.

But you swirl
with a mighty fine vine of love,
Wrapping through the corners
Of everything I am was will be

You are a sound wave resonating out
up about and throughout.
And I was just a static being,
Waiting to be charged
By your kinetic waves.

And I,
I am in love,
With my Picasso.

And as you are different,
So am I.
I assess different,
I weigh different,
I judge as little as possible,
And see the positive
As much as the it can shine.
You are a daily smile and laugh that hugs
An unknown wave of spice to ride
In the sunset of a night.

You are the piano beats in my heart,
The harpsichord that puts the rise in my sail.

And if Ican be a tune
Entwined with your being,
Then I will have risen
Higher
Than a being
Ever should.

And I,
I am in love,
With my Picasso.
My mobile Picasso,
My moonlit masterpiece,
My beautiful chaos,
Painted into me.
And I,
I am in love,
With my Picasso.