I do not love you, 

In the way many profess their love for the Moon…

I do not love you, 

In the way that I breathe…

I do not love you, 

In the way others might have said. 

I love you, 

how a bird loves the sky, 

and stretches its wings to soar ever higher.

I love you, 

how a soul settles into a being, 

bringing them to life. 

I love you, 

how the dew drops linger on a petal,

for a final morning goodbye. 

I love you, 

in the way the light settles, 

to bring forth the color of your eyes. 

I love you, 

so entirely and truly, 

that no scholars have yet discovered the words to define it.

I love you, 

as only I know how.

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