To Love You

To love you,

Is to love a rose

To let it grow and accept its thorns

To love it for its beauty,

To not pluck it from its roots

To love you,

Is to love the night

Hidden light in the darkness,

I find comfort in you

To love you,

Is to love myself

And who I am with you,

because of you

To love you,

Is to love the untamed

Wild and free as the wind

Making even the strongest tree sway with your touch

To love you,

Is to love love and life itself--

In its weakness, joy, frustration, and blessings

To love you,

Is to love the home (in your heart) I can come to every night

Knowing it is still there waiting for me to arrive

To love you,

Is to love love itself

And understand it so well,

With every word I write

I realize I do it no justice

There are not enough words

In any given language I can find

To describe what it is

To love you.

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