I had been trying to ebb away from the shore of love. But it is just this damn month. It makes me want to read poems. Seriously.
Understand, I’ll slip quietly
Away from the noisy crowd
When I see the pale
Stars rising, blooming over the oaks.
I’ll pursue solitary pathways
Through the pale twilight meadows,
With this only one dream:
You come too.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke