delilahb

Come back to me, my valentine. Come back humming sweet tunes and eating sweet cherries on sweaty summer evenings. Come back with stained fingers, soft and fragrant, smelling of juice the color of midnight. Come back and share your verses of romance, epilogues of tragic lovers and friends. Come back and write me a sonnet so I can find the rhyme once again in this world, so I can live on level ground, never fearing falling into loneliness again.