You profess a love for the rain, yet seek refuge under umbrellas, avoiding its gentle caress.
You claim to adore the cold, yet bundle up in layers, shielding yourself from its brisk touch.
How, then, can I trust in the love you declare for me,
When your actions reflect retreat and fear?
You speak of the beauty in storms, yet close your windows tight,
Shutting out the thunder’s song and the lightning’s dance.
You whisper of the night’s allure, yet keep your lights ablaze,
Banishing the dark you profess to cherish.
I see in your eyes a longing, a desire to be free,
But your feet remain firmly planted, afraid to take a step.
You say you love my wild heart, my untamed soul’s expanse,
But when I reach out for you, I find you’ve turned away.
You love the idea of me, the dream that I inspire,
Yet flee from the reality, the passion and the fire.
So how am I to believe in this love you declare,
When you run from my embrace, avoiding my despair?
Tell me, do you truly love the rain if you cannot feel its kiss?
Do you truly love the cold if you shun its icy bliss?
And how can you love me, with all my raw intensity,
If you run from the storm within, fearing my true vulnerability?
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