Talking to you is like summertime.
Lazy days, sweltering heat.
Tremulous leaves in a blustering thunderstorm -
Here in a flash, gone with a grumpy, lingering rumble.
Quiet evenings spent on the porch swing,
Lightening bugs flickering, crickets chirping.
Did you know that I love you?
Being with you is like the winter.
Glistening, slippery
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