Linden!

Linden!  Linden!  Enduring magnetism. Like a ship in the night, sailing into the   moonlight. I am drawn to your whisper. The elixir of life. The days grow long. The sun is high, and temperatures rise. The trace beneath my feet causes me to wince, to cringe. I exhale to repel the urban stench. Our meeting is timely, however fleeting. When we are apart, your essence dwells in my heart. Your gift of fragrance floats gently by, like a feather falling. Raptured into your presence, I seek your physicality. Scanning the landscape of the urban jungle, I espy your tall symmetrical canopy amongst the monolithic superstructures. From you dear Linden, the elixir of life envelops me completely, even if for a moment. Linden! Oh my dear Linden! Until we meet again!