Do not force your love upon me,
however well-intentioned it may be.
Can't you tell that when you push,
I push back and then retreat?
Rather, love me gently like a leaf in the breeze.
It plays with light while connected to the tree.
Love me like a river flowing over rocks.
It doesn't move them
but it smooths them
in its gentle trajectory.
You see, I can't be uprooted by harsh tugging -
the push and pull of a forceful will.
I go way too deep.
But if you loosen the soil around my roots
and tilt my head like a fragile flower,
I will see that the light shines from your face.
I think anything born of gentility is bound to bloom with sweet purpose. I lovely message dear Chanti. Thank you for sharing your wonderful poetry with me this evening.
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