I love you with a flame that blows the wind.
I love you most when there’s no time to pause and think. Because my thoughts know exactly where they’re home. Because you inspire everything that I do. I love you most when it’s hard, when the world caves in, because you keep me sane, you keep my spirit up.
I love you most when there are more important things to do, and when there’s no chance to talk because I know i’ll do well and hurry back to you.
I love you most when times are hard. Because I love you with a love that’s true.
I love you with a love that does not linger, it lasts. A love that battles, endures, that’s not borne out of euphoria or whiskey or beer. A love that’s ordinary, simple, human. It grows when the music’s good, it learns when it’s silent. I love you most when you go away inside because I know you’re onto something important to you. That’s worth your while.
I love you with a love that softly keeps you warm. It can rage, it burns, but it dances quietly. It waits but it does not demand. It weeps but it does not scream. I love you with a love that’s so deep that it meant pulling my life out by the roots. And I don’t mind.