NaPoWriMo Draft 19.

My draft is done, and it’s not even 11 p.m.. It is a bit of a stretch for me — I’m not very comfortable with love poems, don’t feel that I write especially good ones, that I skirt sentimentality on a razor thin edge, and maybe go over that edge. All the more reason, then, to try one after a long drought.

{poof!}