My love feeds off your love.
For my soul is intertwined with yours.
Like a vine, which grows
rising out of the wind
with its buds sprouting
and blooming into those delicate flowers
which you play around with
and place in your hair.
Your love grows out of mine
Like the air and water
nourishing my presence.
So that I may thrive
and let those flowers bloom.
And with every blush of colour
your smile reverberates
and stirs me higher.
As if these elements of life
are present merely to amuse
our whims.
We are weaved into their existence
as they are into ours.
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