… Love is the only language I speak, I speak and hear no other language. Love me and you have me eating out of your hands. It is that simple. Love softens me, love compels me, love makes me malleable. Love me and I am yours. Love to me is that rudder that moves the ship that is my heart. Love is that force that makes me do more and more and more than you ever ask or long for. Love compels me, it energises me, strengthens me, stabilises me, empowers me, love causes me to move the mountains for you. Love wakes me up in the middle of the night to ask about your wellbeing. Love is truly beautiful.
I respond to nothing else, guilt shuts me up, anger immobilises me, entitlement irritates me, judgement and criticism distance me. Demand is a no-no. Insistence will not do the job, tantrum is childish, I am a grown-up, and I don’t do childish stuff. Neediness is unnecessary, all you get is a pity, pity is not love but a weak attention pacifier.
Love me one and I love you two, love me and I love you more. Love me more and I love you even more. Love me now and I love you now and then. Give me some love and I give you some more love. You can’t outlove me, pour in a bit and I will pour in a little bit more.
Love me and I have your back, I overlook your flaws, I forgive your errors, I keep no records of wrongdoings. Love does not hurt, I will not hurt you and you will not hurt me, love is gentle, love is kind, love compels me.
Beautiful Ivory 