ESTP's Love Poem

No time for sonnets, whispers soft and slow,

My love's a whirlwind, a passionate flow.

We'll chase the sunrise, hearts ablaze with fire,

Adventure's our fuel, a shared desire.

Forget the moonlit walks, the candlelit scene,

Give me a challenge, something wild and keen.

Let's scale the mountains, kayak in the storm,

My love's a current, taking us by form.

Don't fence me in with promises or chains,

My spirit soars, unburdened by the rains.

We'll laugh and dance beneath the open sky,

A love that thrives where moments fly.

So hold my hand, let's face the unknown,

My love's a compass, leading us to our own.

No dull routine, no promises to keep,

Just raw connection, surging deep.