Gentle Love

I love thee like the bright moon loves the night
which cradles in cool dark her love, the moon
For even when the moon can give no light
the night still gently holds her love, the moon
I love thee like the beaches love the surf
which washes 'pon them gently, caressing
And even when waves crash against the earth
the sands are loving, the surf caressing
I love thee like the white clouds love the breeze
which blows them here and there across the sky
It moves and shapes the clouds with loving ease
as two together tumble across the sky
I love thee most like a man loves fire light
which warms his sleep throughout chill winters night