I love you softly like
I love the delicate wind on a hot summers day,
The refreshing swirl of a breeze in the summer sun.
I love you softly like I love the autumn.
The leaves changing, melting into the trees.
The golden tone, matching the evening sunset.
I love you softly like I love a motorbike ride.
Sitting, my legs on the side.
The wind rushing through my hair.
I love you softly, like a gazing stare.
With a stranger I'm yearning to know more about.
A refreshing drop of rain in a desert draught.
I love you softly, and I need not more.
My heart is still a little sore,
From past loves whose storm riled up inside me, exasperated from the fire.
With pure lust, intent and desire.
It burnt me. And I them. And it was not what I wanted.
Sparks flying, destroying all that was there.
And in my eyes, the hate, the long wait, of wanting something more.
I have been in pain, I have felt the brutality that love can amass.
As I fear it will not last.
Waiting to be destroyed from the inside out.
Screaming inside, wanting to shout.
But here I am, calm as I can be,
Sitting under a tree,
With a breeze with no freeze.
Smiling in the summer sun,
protected by the shade.
Not wanting to fade,
From this dreadful world,
Which has become a little better since I met you.
I love you softly and there's not much more I wish to do.
Mar 4, 2022
Mar 4, 2022 at 6:52 AM UTC
I love you softly like
I love the delicate wind on a hot summers day,
The refreshing swirl of a breeze in the summer sun.
I love you softly like I love the autumn.
The leaves changing, melting into the trees.
The golden tone, matching the evening sunset.
I love you softly like I love a motorbike ride.
Sitting, my legs on the side.
The wind rushing through my hair.
I love you softly, like a gazing stare.
With a stranger I'm yearning to know more about.
A refreshing drop of rain in a desert draught.
I love you softly, and I need not more.
My heart is still a little sore,
From past loves whose storm riled up inside me, exasperated from the fire.
With pure lust, intent and desire.
It burnt me. And I them. And it was not what I wanted.
Sparks flying, destroying all that was there.
And in my eyes, the hate, the long wait, of wanting something more.
I have been in pain, I have felt the brutality that love can amass.
As I fear it will not last.
Waiting to be destroyed from the inside out.
Screaming inside, wanting to shout.
But here I am, calm as I can be,
Sitting under a tree,
With a breeze with no freeze.
Smiling in the summer sun,
protected by the shade.
Not wanting to fade,
From this dreadful world,
Which has become a little better since I met you.
I love you softly and there's not much more I wish to do.