This hat is hard to put on in public, (or the mask is hard to take off), and I don’t think that’s a bad thing.
I think that love is beautiful when it’s shy, when it’s private. Love is sacred, a secret that is more special for not being openly shared with the world.
I will tell here the timeless stories of love, the patterns, the themes. The stories I glean from those who confide in me, from books, from my imagination.
Though my romantic poems may come to you few and far between, the ones I do write, I hope you’ll enjoy.