“How did it get so late so soon?”

“At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon.”

“Green was the silence, wet was the light,the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”

“i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.”

“Now, as we stand three feet apart and stare at each other, I feel the full distance that comes with spending so much time apart, a moment filled with the electricity of a first meeting and the uncertainty of strangers.”

“He is beauty, inside and out.He is the silver lining in a world of darkness.He is my light.”