Looking up Love

I needed a thesaurus to understand how you make me feel:
your fluent locomotion exceeds the extremities of what's real.
It's commonplace for me to admire the architecture of your chasis:
the way you've swept me off my feet demonstrates true efficacy.

Your transcendence expedites my pursuance of adequate terminology
as I struggle to find your equivalent among any known philosophy.
To declare with confabulation in what regard I hold your semblance
is more problematic than seeking, from air and water, independence.

so, I've no words, and it comes down to simply this
you're the best of all birds - now give us a kiss