Love to me is not just a word,
Not fleeting whispers barely heard.
It’s not soft petals or sunshine's kiss,
It’s chaos, its fire, it’s raw, pure bliss.
A force untamed, both wild and true,
The marrow of my soul, reaching for you.
When you falter, I’ll steady your stride,
A lighthouse flare as the storms collides.
In the tempest’s wake, when shadows...
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