Scrunchie Pt.1
I love you as softly as rain pitter patters to the Earth
but also as rough as the crackling of a bonfire on a midsummer day
and maybe now we can find the “in between”
as in night and day find the twilight and the shimmering dawn
where softly and roughly, ice and fire
and love and passion can agree on something for once.
And for the finale, I love you as quickly as a windmill spins in a windy dream of light
till the end of time.
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