How To Love Me
A riddle wrapped in a question’s hold,
How does one love a heart so bold?
Twenty-five years, a tapestry unfurled,
Seeking the key to this untamed world.
To love me is a dance with vibrant flame,
Burning bright, then quenched by gentle rain.
I am a storm, a force that cannot cease,
Craving warmth, yet yearning for release.
This love, a paradox, a twisting maze,
To hold me close, yet grant me separate days.
For how can you cherish a restless tide,
If you don’t love the ocean deep inside?
A touch, a word, a silent, trusting gaze,
These build the haven where my spirit stays.
Comfort’s embrace, a fortress I require,
But love for you must first set your soul on fire.
I’m not meant to be a puzzle piece that can be solved on your coffee table,
A moment is who I am, a memory forever everlasting.
How to love me, is simply to behold, to endure to devour and to enjoy.
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©️ Maii 2024.
