希望を持て

September is different from all other months. It is more magical. I feel the strange chemical change in the earth which produces mushrooms is the cause, too, of the extra ‘life’ in the air—a resilience, a sparkle.

“He drew her very tenderly close and their lips met like starved hearts.”

“I have built, deep in my heart, a chapel filled with you.”

“After all, soul mates always end up together.”

“Garden fairies come at dawn, Bless the flowers then they’re gone.”

Her love of flowers is really her great charm. For no man loves flowers as women can. She looks coolly at the exquisite petunias and says, in a small far away voice, "They have a very perfect scent." But I feel I can hear oceans of love breaking in her heart.

“I have built, deep in my heart, a chapel filled with you.”

The moon is hiding in her hair. The lily of heaven full of all dreams, draws down. Cover her briefness in singing close her with intricate faint birds by daisies and twilights deepen her, recite upon her flesh the rain's pearls singly-whispering.

“A relationship where you instantly miss each other right after being together.”

“To love a person is to see all of their magic, and to remind them of it when they have forgotten.”

I'm a hopelessly romantic old soul disguised as a loner for this modern age love.