Night separates lovers, but Love flies the distance between them.
What beautiful things could have been, last year when we walked to the India Wharf…
Even when committing a heart to another, a love from the past lingers.
A separated lover hears her lover’s Love, and returns it over the gulf between them.
A short poetic dream of lust and longing for a new lover.
A lover is gripped with passion which possesses them day and night.
On the loves we pass each day, and uncollided universes never known.
A vine of love is nurtured, then destroyed by its owner.
A steadfast lover brings no flames of passion, while an unrequited love shows Paradise.
True Love makes a good woman better, while a lesser love burns a house to the ground.