The true lovers in this life are as wild as a storm wind, bringers of rain, and untamed. There is no doubt you are being loved by them because their words drip with fire and their caress will heal a thousand wounds in a single touch. They love to frolic and play, enjoy the spontaneity of the moment, but they will not be played with as if they were some common thing. You see, a true lover loves true, and they have already loved and lost enough to know that they are a rare gem. They are magnets for the broken hearted, they dip from the pool of love freely, giving generously to everyone they encounter. The true lover is hot to the touch, hard to hold onto with hands that don’t clasp it tightly to feel it burn into the soul. If you love like a honey bee and rest on many flowers, you will feel the fire of their sting in the end. The nectar of their soul, the sweetness of their kiss, the warmth of their embrace will leave you ever thirsting thereafter. After all, the life of a honey bee is short, flowers die, summer ends…
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