My love for you sprouts and nurtures the sweetest fruit,

You love me like a thief, looking only for what you might loot.

My love for you tangles like a vine into itself, blooming the brightest colored rose.

You love me conditionally, like a sun hiding behind a cloud; it comes and goes.

My love for you weakens me, hurting my jaded soul,

You love me like a dying fire, its blackened light seeping into the cracks of seared coal.

My love for you comes as naturally as the wind does blow,

You love that you can drain my warmth while burying me in your snow.