Oxymoron

My dear, you are the epitome of an oxymoron...

The quiet storm.
A still breeze.
The peaceful thunder.
Lightning terrified of trees.
You are grotesque beauty.
A withering Night Jasmine seed.
The insecure narcissistic.
A modestly arrogant being.
The safe addiction.
A stimulating anesthetic.
An herbal narcotic.
My erratic habit.
You are a string-less marionette.
An unworthy useless tool.
A unique cliche.
The all-knowing fool.
The God of Hell.
A pleasant pain.
The tender sadist.
An inferior sovereign.
Merely a local drifter.
A sloth with goals.
A choosy beggar.
The aspiring lost soul.
An ambulant deceased man.
A surviving fatality.
Breathing apparitions.
You are my joyous tragedy.