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• Mehr, Saaturn.

  I would not love you like the Spring, a moist & gentle unfolding. Nor would I love like Summer’s heat, stealing moments in which we meet. I would not love like Autumn’s night, coming swiftly at end of light. Nor would I love like Winter’s snow, covering you above, below. Rather, I would love you like time, endless, & forever, mine.