My lover; first my friend. My arms will always be open to you. You may wrap yourself in them. They will open on their own when you leave. They will not reach after you, but they will be here when you come back.
They will never give you what you do not want. They will never grasp at what you don’t want to give.
I love you the way the Sun and Sky love trees. I will listen to learn what light and water are to you. I will speak light. I will speak water.
Your growth is my happiness.
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