My love for you would blot out the sun like a cloud made out of yogurt. I hope you brought a spoon.

There were yogurt-colored clouds that afternoon, and I was there, blotting out your sun with a spoon.

I gathered my courage like nuts and berries, I cautiously approached her, I waited for her to turn her head, and then I sprinkled them in her yogurt. Sometimes you just have to take a...