September tugs at August October overshadows September. Leaves falling in August a premature ejaculation of autumn leaves one unfulfilled and looking to September for more. More warmth, more comfort, a lingering embrace to hold on to the moments of bliss. As an adult, I love September and August too. It's just too soon to feel …
Nature Teacher: When Love Dies…
A joyous heart in newfound love... Â Opens freely... paying no attention to shadowed pretense and allusion... until reckless carelessness taints the heart and withers the spirit... leaving only an apparition, a ghostly memory of beguiled love.