Love poem in pentameter

I am impartial to pentameter

As a matter of restricting verse.

I would rather extol your many virtues

In my own words, unhindered by structure

Or rhyme. Given the time, I would tell you

How your eyes remind me of thunderstorms.

I could tell you how I feel every line

And callous and muscle in your perfect

Hands, and your voice is a rainstorm on a

Tin roof. I’d tell you about the smell of rain

In the desert and the early morning

Sunrise blooming across the open sky.