Moon, Wind, and Earth
I'd like to tell you I love you in a way as powerful as I feel. I feel a tidal wave of Love for you. Though maybe not quite. The tide is ciclical, with the movements of the moon. My Love for you does not move like the moon. It is steady and bright, and doesn't cover itself with shadow for any amount of time. I feel love for you like the wind, sharp and biting, made of a million tiny streams of air and pushing all at once to move me toward you, with you. I love you like the wind, The way it blows through me in great gusts, on sunny days making my hair fly like your fingers twisted up in it, not a bit impatient, but always persistent. There are no parts of me not moved by it. It's like the force of the earth, each part deep below the surface almost quiet, almost ignored. But I surrendered to it each each time it rumbled within. Its first quiet movements dislodged parts of my interior a slow steady stream of magma that shifted plates of my heart that never felt s