GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.
(Robert Herrick, To the Virgins, to make much of Time)
When love knocks on your door, don’t pretend you’re not home; don’t cover your ears to keep the knocks from reaching you and your mouth to keep any words that might give you away from escaping. When fate offers you love on a silver platter, don’t be a spoiled, picky child. Gather ye rosebuds instead, seize the chance you’re given to live love. So many of us have not the slightest idea what that even is.
Take a chance, so that on a cool night like this, when the moon shows its silver face, you can look back at it while wrapped in warm arms.
Seize the moment. Time, this old fool, and timing – they won’t favour you twice.