Love is a tree that bends in a gale, but does not break.

Love is a second chance, but not a third.

Love is a hand that generous, but accepts repayment.

Love is self-sacrificing, but not a scapegoat.

Love is an eraser that redefines boundaries, but also a pen that describes limits.

Anyone who asks for more does not truly love.

Because I love you,

I ask for these, and nothing more.