Not in the way flowers do, I radiate love in all the ways I could. In the morning greetings beneath the sun, touching feet of my beloved. In the air which everyone inhales, in the uncooked food that I make.
Sometimes you can feel it when I cry for you, as I am an emotional fella who is just like you. The blanket I gift them out of love, it’s kitted with less wool and sensations I feel when I see you. So you can get warmer, as my temperament.