The bonfire roars into the night Crackling twigs erupt in a furor They dance, drink, and laugh around the perimeter In light of summer’s sweet charity The crickets play violin on their legs The music of night, the lullaby of the earth Into the hay…

I like to think the love it’s not just a four letter word. Love captives the soul of your significant other and touches your soul in the moment of the first kiss. —Meriyen Marquez