to not let it all be who and what you are…

there is too much fire and passion and magic and art and love in you

there is too much good in you
for you to not let goodness be who
and what you are…

and there is too. much. beautiful in you
for you to not let beautiful be who
and what you are…

and there is too much fire and passion
and magic and art and love in you
for you to not let it all be who
and what you are.

– butterflies rising

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this is my heart, so if i give it to you: love like flowers and fire poem…

give me love like flowers and fire - butterflies rising

this is my heart,
so if i give it to you…
take it where a heart can race
and a soul can run free,
but still be held… close.
where wild is a love language,
but trust is still a sure thing,
and vulnerable a feeling we know,
but fire a flavor we taste when we kiss
and passion something that burns
in us and all around us… i wanna
feel chills run through me with
just. a finger touch.
when you look at me…
it’s like i lose my senses and find
my way home, all at once.
so take me with you…
let’s go where everything is soft and wild;
give me love like flowers and fire.

– butterflies rising

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love that blooms wild and burns bright…

love that blooms wild and burns bright inside of you

the kind of love
that shifts you. and stirs you.
and awakens you. and inspires you.
and blooms wild and burns bright
inside of you… and for you…
and through you.
a visceral thing that you touch
and taste and feel in your senses,
in your being, in your soul…
in your everything.
a knowing.
beyond what you understand in your head,
a knowing that you feel in your heart…
one that you feel in your chest walls.

– butterflies rising

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she’s got all that wildflower energy in her veins…

she’s got all that wildflower energy in her veins

she’s butterfly-wild,
chasing all those inner fires,
her restless spirit
aching for something beautiful,
reaching for something more,
so flower-sweet and fire-wild,
she’s got all those big dreams inside of her,
taking hold and trying to stretch her,
trying to grow her,
her wandering spirit
aching to find its way to open-air,
searching for something golden
and sun-kissed,
reaching for so. much. more.
craving an untamed freedom
that tastes like pulse and heartbeat
and deep breath and wild skin.
and she feels it all. and she will find it.
because she’s meant for it…
she’s got all that wildflower energy
in her veins.

– butterflies rising

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