Journal 4

So Emilee started to ponder about love. Love, the elegant soul with the suede jacket that lives just over the hills. The elusive one that lived in the house that seemed to have no entrance. What desire has Love for a hiding place, and what call can alert his ear? He lodges in his impenetrable abode which sits above the rest of the world. Remains inquisitive and statue-like all day with his bow drawn back. She was about to discover a button from his jacket at any given time. She was optimistic yet cautious.