Solitude

I don't know if I have ever longed for solitude this badly before.

Ever.

It's about that time to disappear.

And disappear with You.

"Come now, my love. My lovely one, come.

For you, the winter has passed, the snows are over and gone, the flowers appear in the land, the season of joyful songs has come.

The cooing of the turtledove is heard in our land.

Come now, my love, My lovely one, come.

Let me see your face. And let me hear your voice, for your voice is sweet and your face is beautiful.

Come now, my love. My lovely one, come."