Don’t phone

Made by a computer

Dear Sue

I wrote this for you

In summertime, our love is limp, like  flying  blossoms  floating in the  airy breezes
In wintertime, our love is warm like a new duvet  filled with Russian down

If skies are blue, our love is excited — two people kissing in the sunny woodlands
If thunder rolls our love is sadder, a refuge from the  warnings of the lashing  rain.

When spring flowers bloom, our love is bold, like the  purple petals on the pansy.
When autumn leaves fall, our love is gentle, gleaming  like a harvest moon.

From Easter till Christmas our love will continue in sweet silence.
From season to season,I hope for your  romantic glance and no more..

 Meanwhile leave me alone with my books.Don’t phone.Respect my boundaries.

Yours ever,Ron