May

The sun shown bright today.

Smells, potent of Spring, fills the air surrounding my weak soul as I lay upon the soft green grass.

People with their friends & their dogs walk peacefully by me as I long to project deep into their souls & extract their every experience & feeling.

"Who have you loved?" I think. "Who steals your mind + who longs to occupy your thoughts in return?"

Like the sweet blossoms burst to their finest,

I am reminded of love.

I inhale the lovers' perfume - it seeps beneath skin- ever reminding me of what once was, and what remains unfertilized.

Spring is in the air and so is love.

I often wonder when i will radiate a scent so enthralling.

Maybe in contemplation is where love is most attractive.

For isn't unfulfilled love only romantic?

Many flowers bear different fragrances + hues;

Sweet flowers, like the figures who pass me by.

Spring to summer, then falling into winter;

Left with nothing when the leaves change and that chill of autumn air returns.

Drawn after nature's design I pattern this.

Yet in winter, As with your smell, the scent is all that is left for me.