I Am a Hopeless Romantic

I had been sipping wine yesterday a little faster than I should have. And wine makes me sappy... what followed was a series of romantic rants on text...

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I've been sipping wine

Now the stars look more twinkly, the roses more red, their scent more fragrant and the moon more bright... and I gaze at the moon hoping that maybe my soul mate is gazing at the moon too and that I might see her face reflected in the pristine beauty of the moon

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Two lovers separated by distance and cloaked from each other by curtains of unfamiliarity... gazing up at the calming night sky, each missing their other half... hoping to one day be complete and gaze at the sky together...

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The moon is bright but not full, like a blushing bride hiding her enchanting visage behind a veil >>>
I'm drowning in the river of my own love and I can't even close down the flood gates of the dam in my heart

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I long for a hand to hold as I walk through the journey of life... it doesn't come. As I'm drowning, I still hold my hand above the water, clutching at desperate hope that maybe in my last moments, that hand would clasp mine and I shall be saved. Alas, I am fated to drown never having held the hands of my beloved

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"A smart man says but loves not. I'm the fool who loves but says not."