I will love you fiercely and abundantly;
soft and hesitant.
I will love you singing in the morning;
dreaming in the dusk.
… in the strange silver moonlight
and the thick, black night.
… the grandest aria,
the softest melody.
I will love you straight in the eye,
and sideways, fleetingly.
… like a force nine gale,
like a riffle of breeze.
All my ways of loving are splashed at your feet,
and all my ways of loving are hiding in the shadows.
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