being a lover

lover of moon lover of stars lover of mirrorballs lover of early autumn mushrooms lover of bitter first frost lover of sequins lover of full moons lover of folk and true to the soul lyrics lover of the quiet and the absence of anyone lover of ribbon bows lover of corduroy and linen lover of mowed grass and the melancholy of family summer evenings of her youth lover of her childhood house despite the worn walls and the leaky heat lover of the first place she called home before she could say the word home lover of evenings and warmly lit late mornings lover of disobeying bedtime lover of sweet scented lip balm lover of excessive pillow arrangements lover of voices that feel like home and lover of songs with the same feeling lover of wordless company lover of cooled skin lover of thumb in her mouth lover of steamy bathrooms and the smell of clean body lover of the french language and secret lover of cigarettes in a french way, only lover of live music but also the sound of nothing lover of her moonlit bedroom lover of infant animals lover of dim light, preferably by candle lover of rain, lover of rain, lover of storms and wild weather from the comfort of her bedroom lover of japanese jazz lover of quilts lover of the tendermost, sensitive life ad lover of being a lover