I would compare you to the spring that I waited for through a burning summer.
You can call me a fool for waiting an entire lifetime for a spring that may never come to me, but I am ready to be a fool if you are the one calling me that.
I am still waiting in the warm summer, sitting beneath a tree that no longer feels cool, because I am waiting for that one gentle breeze to touch my caramel skin.
When will you touch me?
Until then, I will keep waiting for my spring, no matter how long the summer lasts.
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Short but sweet. Enjoyable little read but feels like it could have been bulked out a little more in some places.