My love is magic. It can wash away your tears, heal your scars, and warm you through the night. My love can massage your aching muscles, fill your belly for life, and rescue you from yourself. My love can restore your faith, expand your horizons, and deepen your meaning of love. It is the Ninth Wonder of the World. It is hotter than the Sun, and like the Sun it can burn.
My love can hurt you to your soul. It can scare you with it’s intensity. My love can surround you and force you to surrender. My love can suffocate you with it’s thickness. My love can devour when it is starved for affection. My love can shine a light on your passions It can destroy when it is mistreated. It can reveal your own feeling that are hard to admit.
My love is one of a kind. My love is the storm that destroys and the growth of the land that follows the rain. My life is the birth of tenderness and affection, and the death of worry and loneliness. My love is given at it’s own pleasure and taken away for the pleasure of the pain it can create. It has it’s own nature, it’s own will and it’s own spirit.