Our love was as gossamer, fine yet flimsy.Filmy like cobwebs that float in the air.Though sometimes love seemed to stick to the heart.Other times, a breath billowed love awayOn the breeze, like blown dandelion seeds.In and out of lover’s play, we glided,Happy-go-lucky, or lonely, or sad.Would love float away from us forever?Would our hearts be … Continue reading Gossamer
