There are two reasons why I love you,
one why I don't.
1. The things you say. You're a silver-tongued devil, such a testament talker.
2. The sight of you spills me, inside of myself. I overbalance, warmly.
And the other?
1. Someone killed us both, but we got up again, hipsway walkers--
One proud, one guilty.
A flash 55 for the cauldron of the fearsome and powerfully magical Hedgewitch at Real Toads.