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Tell Me How to Love You
Your love fills me through every season.
Are you not my spring?
Your breath is fragrant like lilac, enthralling my belief,
Your cheek glistens like the purity of a buttercup, playful in its leaf,
Your step is the whisper of blossoms searching for a sun,
Your voice melds love upon my heart, making it one.
Are you not my summer?
Your laughter tumbles over me as clouds play across the sky,
Your warmth tingles through me like the sun dances on my eye,
Your life force glows to encase me with the enveloping heat of noon,
Your touch like soothing sunshine dizzies me to swoon.
Are you not my autumn?
Your lips in chorus, with blushed cheek, call of bounty’s crest,
Your heart rustles like fallen leaves with the languor in your breast,
Your fingers caress my barren arm branches, coloring my hope,
Your essence robs my senses teasing them to elope.
Are you not my winter?
The mellow snowdrifts of your form entreat my spirits to soar,