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
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