I love you like the moon when it's full and the sky is black, and the stars are bright, broken holes in the blanket of ebony. I love you like the halo of soft, misty light that surrounds the moon on the nights without wind, without clouds, without anything but breath. I love you like the distant crickets, chirping a childhood lullaby on a perfectly warm night. I love you like soaring specks of wheat rushing gently in a healing breeze. I love you like the music of the whispers of the wind, and the melodies of the water falling over age-smoothed stones. I love you like the moon when it is so yellow, so low, so close... you can almost taste the poignant richness of melting bliss.
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