One must love oneself
before the rest
in order to be true to self
What if, I ask,
that comes at a cost?
I love you as much as I am able
As much as I can
As much as the moon and stars
I ask you,
Will you love the wind?
Will you hold a torch in the darkness?
Be a beacon in the night?
Will you let my wild heart
run free
and
wind its way back into your embrace?
What is it like to love a pixie?
AÂ nymph?
Heartbreak and bittersweet,
(I imagine)
To say the least.