Dearest love of mine,
I saw the first leaf of fall touch the ground of our dwelling
I miss you the way the essence of the earth misses the rain
But unlike the world and nature
The season of my love will never change
I will always speak your name
Your name of lust for life
And I remain waiting
- Elise
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Letters of Elise
PoetryA compilation of letters from a woman in love by what's lost.
