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.