I have a new philosophy on love every spring. A new way to see our eternal capture on this planet, joyful. A way to spend my preset demise with you, my dear. 

Each new year bring a different tear to my eye. This year, losing you my dear. The next, my friends. The last, myself. I will still be lost in loving you my dear. 

If you sit quietly enough, you can hear frogs crying for love. If you are loud enough you can see humans crying for it too. 
-written by Anna Fountain