I am a hot cup of vanilla swirled coffee on a cold winter\'s day.
I am a book that has never had my pages turned .
I am a glass of Merlot, sweet to the lips but bitter to the throat.
I am the flower someone picked to soon.
I am the house with many locked doors which no one has held the key .
I am the muse patiently waiting for my artist.
I am the warm sun on your face that makes your eyes squint with delight.
I am the forbidden fruit that only few have tasted.
I am that.
I am many things to be discovered.
That is who I am.