Our love is deeply rooted
in the ground, clutching the bowls
of the earth
Fertile soil bears a harvest,
Reaping that which was sown
from coyness and mirth
Our love is carried on a breeze,
a free spirit dancing on chinook
gusts of air
Travelling through the land
in every season, a relief
results from a prayer
Our love burns like wildfire,
consuming all emotion in
a destructive blaze
Passions flare up from the ashes,
a single spark caused by
a sultry gaze
Our love flows down a river,
tumbling over rocks and pooling
in the current
Through the rapids it churns,
sinking in the eddies and
rising in the torrent
Like the calm before a storm
our love bides the time, waiting to
rampage across the land
Forces collide and wrestle with
the elements, only to submit
to nature's command.
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