Fruit drops when it is ripe, and it has been <br />six months, and I am eager to disclose, <br />my long-grown valentine, how much you mean. <br />How eagles pair, how acorn sprouts and grows! <br /> <br />'Ugh, this is totally exasperating! <br />'To keep on talking like this every date, <br />'each time a little closer. I’m still waiting. <br />'If this is love, half of it feels like hate.' <br /> <br />Sweetheart, there’s something we could talk about <br />with nothing but an evening under stars. <br />'So this is the big moment, lest we doubt, <br />'at last, amen, although that’s really Mars.' <br /> <br />Like maybe we could get a little more … <br />you know? 'Don’t hurt yourself. It is a chore.'<br /><br />Edward Wright Haile<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/zz-318-he-aloud-she-aside/
