I don’t want to tame you.
Love is not meant
To water you down
To dilute you
You’re not meant to be
Middling
A pale, bland, tasteless residue
You’re born to be glorious
Even in chaos
A mess
A delirious unruliness
In tangled chords
Paused time
A crazy, moonstruck rhyme
Let love churn up your gentle breeze
Let waves whip-up your placid seas
Into a roaring storm
A raging inferno
A drenching pouring rain
Let love whisper softly
To your madness
….and go quietly insane
I want you to be wild.
Free.
Unrestrained.
Like a gorgeous flame!
MS
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