My love is a river; flowing in and through trees, twisting and cleansing thee.
A rapid river at times, languid at most.
My love is a blanket; upon uneasy chicken skin it will diffuse unto gentle breathing.
Suffocating at times, one leg in, one leg out at most.
My love is electrifying; magmatically soothing
A well deep enough to water all beings.

How you choose to receive this gift is up to you.
I have no control if you so choose to swim in this love, how children do during endless Summer days.
Whether you float with sweetness and swim with fluidity or whether you just dip your toes in with slight hesitancy.
I have no control if you so choose to wrap your whole self up in this love, like a breakfast burrito on a rainy afternoon Sunday.
Whether you keep close the warmth all through the night or whether you'd like to kick it off with a slight sudden of fright.

My love is there and will always be.
You may take it and use it however you need but do not be disappointed when it is not something preconceived to what you may have dreamed.
I have come to realize that it is best to share rather than to take and in order to share, you must learn to give.