Love her, but let her be wild
Love her, but let her be wild,
Like the wind that blows over endless fields,
With the scent of freedom, blossoming in her heart,
And passions that burn, like the flames of an unquenched fire.
Love her, but let her dance,
Like the rain that falls on summer leaves,
With droplets of joy, that trickle down her cheeks,
And the rhythm of her heart, in tune with nature's beats.
Love her, but let her dream,
Like the stars that shine in the deep night,
With the light reflecting in her sparkling eyes,
And desires that fly, like birds to the sky.
Love her, but let her sing,
Like the river that flows between rocks,
With her sweet melodies, soothing wounded souls,
And her voice, echoing in the mountain's calls.
Love her, but let her explore,
Like an eagle soaring over valleys and mountains,
With curiosity guiding her to new horizons,
And her wings, carrying her to freedom's fountains.
Love her, but let her be herself,
Like a tree growing in the midst of the forest,
With roots deeply anchored in the ground,
And branches reaching out to the sun, so earnest.
Love her, but let her be wild,
In this way, she finds her true essence,
And in freedom, she lives her life with passion and intensity,
For she is a free spirit, an untamed soul, an eternal presence.
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