Avoiding the cliche's that haunt the poets pen

You are not like every cliche repeated often till meaning dies
You are like brilliant truth, revealing my weakness for your body
You are not like a rose whose fragrance and guarded beauty is an honorable mention
You are like the smell of a thousand pines calling and seducing me to lay in your arms
You are not like an angel whose wings carried you to me from afar
Your are like mischievous devils whose temptations take me from fantasy to reality
You are not like a song, a tune sung over and over, children clapping their hands
You are like the sounds of waves, crashing your sexuality over my beaches
You are not like gentle swans, perfect beauty so many times compared
You are like violent lightning, striking the lies of men and melting my soul to yours
You not like the ordinary and common seen on every poet's page
You are like the grandeur of space, possessing the beginning and ending of my life