Love
foolish sun and moon
are so unaware of our
human holidays
Only you and I know what matters. Not the calendar, and not the planets.
My promise to Love you, and hold your frame against mine through all the dark nights of all our winters, and all through our sweet-sweat-sweltering-summers that we dream and sleep together as one.
Missed Connections are filled with good, bad and holiday-hoping-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Before you throw out that 2016 calendar, email the link to Lovelorn Poets. We’ll preserve thosesoftly-slumbering-syllables for all eternity.
