The moon kisses the leaves of the tree and the wind caresses it with its breath. As a leaf falls to my hand I smile at the beauty. What kind of sacred thing has blessed me with its love? A love that I long to return but am not able to for my low status.

If I were able to return this love I might find happiness but with happiness comes sorrow. They say the two are lovers like I long to be with mine. One will never come to me without the other.

But isnt that the way of lovers? Does that mean I truly do not love my heart? My heart has given me a sign of love and yet I doubt him. I knew I was not good enough for him and I ran from what I wanted. Telling him what he sought was not there.

He has given me another sign of his love with the full moon and wind. When I tell him there is a distance between us that cannot be be crossed he told me the only distance between us was time.

Time is my only enemy. For every minute that has passed I will never have back. If it were not for time I might be able to be with my love. But I forced him to wait. To wait days, years, or life times just for the change to see me. What kind of love am I to force him to wait. No matter how I tell him I am no good he just smiles and hugs me.

So I say. Am I worthy of such love?