Love,
please settle when I, like the wind, know the definite direction of where I'm going.

please settle when I, like the diamond, get fractured into millions of shards after a hundred times of breaking.

please settle when I, like the rain, get unafraid to pour, to get hard and heavy, to slow down and to finally stop.

please settle when I, like the wild flowers, bloom independently as forest rain showers me, and sunshine shades me.

please settle when I, like the ice, finally melt and lose its chill that led everything to their total frost.

please settle when I, like the wound, bleed intensively but still get healed.

please settle when I, the way you want me to be, have gotten ready and sure.

Because Love, compared to everything alike, you are worth preparing for.





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