In the silence of the garden / Moss arizing on the wind /And the beast is pondering love love love /'Till the rusty nail grow dim /I can't seem to make you mine /Through the long and lonely night /And I try so hard, darling /But the crowd pulled you away /Through the rhythm and the rain /And the ivy coiled around my hand /So I lingered with the people /In the silent August glade /But the rain has brought the night /And the night has brought the rain

and you are leaving, so i guess, there's no way to make you mine, not until september when you return...am i supposed to wait? i realized it is difficult to be a woman, because although women have become more aggressive in this day and age, the initiative to pursue a relationship will always come from the men...in the end, women are bound to wait...

a thought: ...to own or to be owned, whether voluntarily or not, always come with a price...at times  i'd rather be unclaimed, if only sadness can be more bearable...