i am yours as the summer air at evening is

possessed by the scent of linden blossoms,

as the snowcap gleams with light

lent it by the brimming moon.

without you I’d be an unleafed tree

blasted in a bleakness with no spring.

your love is the weather of my being.

what is an island without the sea?

nov 19 2017 ∞
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