My Beloved,

Leaves will fall, winds will blow and be gone, snows will fall and melt away down city streets and yet, there we’ll be, feeling the wind blow past us, and watching the springtime trees budding, hearing the rush of snowmelt down the drains. As the days, weeks and years pass Lotte, we’ll never lose touch with our Love, whether skin to skin in each other’s tight embracing arms or across dark foreign waters and cold mountains.

Together in love.


Time goes by so slowly…