Just words. Enjoy.

My September lover would heat up the coming days of Autumn of 1978. She promised me today only. We danced in a forbidden love hidden in the secret corner of a private room with silence dreams.

We opened doors we could not ever close. In the silence of the Germany early Winter. She released veils of places unknown where fearless lovers awaken wants that are bare and true.

Young love is delicate. The young hearts will venture into the splendor of love not knowing. You can capture love for a moment. Eternal love rarely appeared and when the young heart is drunk in love.

The walls of love is paper thin. I didn’t know. You were my Winter love and my Spring heartbreak.

I still think of you. Us blazing into love, awakening a want…