and autumn breeze has blown in on windy northern air. I smell smoke and gourds and leaves burning there. I must gather what is needed and head for the hills for whom a bell tolls it's a battle of wills. I reflect today on the past year.
I have loved and lost and loved and lost and loved again. Only the love is still devoted to thine that not love me back. You would think all this talk of love would be saved for February's pages but here, it is needed to convey what has come to pass. I miss them. I miss them all and if you would take a piece of each's clay and fashion a whole other being you would have quite a partner to wander through life with. Only we don't do that. We were made in others images with none of us containing the whole material to make it through.
Somewhere there is another like me but with temperance and less truth and more ambition. Somewhere there is another for you too. Whatever you bring has been split into two. We look for the wrong things in mates. I know this now. We want to marry ourselves considering ourselves perfect by design and excusing it as perfect design and we should have been in search of what was missing. That I think now is key. And to find someone out there exactly like me is preposterous indeed.
I need to look for one that is shy when I am proud and is forceful when I am weak and is handsome when I am sick but homely when I am bejeweled. Only now my searching days are short and I sell myself thus. Whatever will I do?~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.
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A time or two, it is true, we all have loved what we should not. We look for our self in those we love and thus we fail true love to find for naught will bind two hearts as one except that which be opposite of thee. So time has past and now we see the love we sought was not me, but thee.
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