Love me in the stillness of a summer breeze, the crisp air wafting through my bedroom window making my curtains dance a slow waltz to the rhythm of a lonely bird in a tree somewhere, wishing for a mate.
Love me in the ever so wonderful magic of trees in the autumn, how they make the forest come alive as they wither away.
Love me ever so tenderly, as if you're caressing the wings of a scared baby robin looking for solace in the scary cold.
Love me with the calculated chaos and passion of a tidal wave.
Love me like a poet walking the streets of Paris at 3 in the morning, making love with every passing dream.
Love me
wholly,
completely,
thoroughly
and honestly.
Love me with every fibre of your being.
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