She does not touch me as she used to do. She smiles with warmth however. And embraces quick and scheduled well. But she professes her love forever. Yet upon his return she kisses long. With open mouth and arms clasped tight. Passing touches and smiles abound. And caresses through the night. I watch as Spring Love fills the house. And hope I am not in the Fall. For their Love is new and flowers bloom. But the warmth is not there for all. I am not jealous for I know that feeling well. 8221; They all must a.

Something about the digression of society. Random musings of a human getting through life.