My love for you is clouded
By laughter
And midnight
And balloons.

Together we will fly
And if we end up too close to the sun
We will catch each other
And fall as one body
We are no tale of Icarus:

He, who flew alone
And didn’t stop
To hold hands
Or eat jelly
Or admire the light from afar.

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