Night separates lovers, but Love flies the distance between them.
Although we cannot physically be together, your love is Enough.
A farewell at a train station brings not tears, but deep love.
I joyfully free myself of your love, until the day you return and bring everything flooding back.
Even when committing a heart to another, a love from the past lingers.
Love is a cry that travels oceans, dipping and soaring as a bird.
A separated lover hears her lover’s Love, and returns it over the gulf between them.
A lover mourns that he could not ever kiss the living lips of his beloved.
A vine of love is nurtured, then destroyed by its owner.
A neglected lover’s lament for words that feel impossible, both living and dead.