When I love, I believe in love like swans do. I expect love to be flowing, free, wild, generous, boundless and ever growing like a redwood tree. I expect to be the one. And when we touch, we melt like fire burning expectations.
I expect to be the one to hold you at dawn, and I expect a smile when a bird sings. I expect a hug when our song is played. I expect a sigh when deep conversation flows. I expect a kiss when a star glows. I expect to surprise you by doing chores and by giving poems and notes when you least expect it. I expect to look long and long into your eyes ad see moons, stars and galaxies.
After a long day, I expect a snack when I rub your feet, pour your wine and roll back your day. I expect to back your play, and stand beside you, even on the coldest day. We will release the beast, mind, body and soul and let go and be lauded in love. I will lean in as much as out, and listen even when there is no sound.
I expect to mesh our conscious and unconscious, our yin and yang, our dark and light in beautifully hideous ways like the close up of the sun spitting fire. I expect us to defy gravity, motion, space and time and sip the finest wine. I expect to take you there many times ahead of me. I expect us to be the love we are.
I only expect love to be love as I expect the sky to be sky.
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