[Katniss]

September has come and I wake And I think with joy how whatever, now or in future, the system
Nothing whatever can take The people away, there will always be people For friends or for lovers though perhaps The conditions of love will be changed and its vices diminished
And affection not lapse To narrow possessiveness, jealousy founded on vanity. September has come, it is hers Whose vitality leaps in the autumn, Whose nature prefers Trees without leaves and a fire in the fire-place; So I give her this month and the next Though the whole of my year should be hers who has rendered already
So many of its days intolerable or perplexed But so many more so happy; Who has left a scent on my life and left my walls Dancing over and over with her shadow, Whose hair is twined in all my waterfalls And all of London littered with remembered kisses.



Katniss~~