DEAR VIRGO,

I love you.

Why don't you love me?

Do I not bring you gifts?

Do I not shower you with compliments?

You with the clear, sparkling eyes- the soft voice- the gentle touch...

I know I'm a little hard to handle. My electricity has shocked more people than I'd care to admit.

But... I can be loyal. Though it may be hard to believe. Yes, I am often flighty. My eyes may be all over the room, but... My heart is always steadfast and fixed. Fixed on YOU, o, adorable creature. For you are the true object of my fascination. You are so seemingly different from me- so lovely- a serendipitous discovery- like a smooth and intricate green button, dropped accidentally into the dust (though, believe me, dearest Virgo, I know that button didn't fall from your beautifully groomed coat). I see you... The true you, all polished and shining. I see the intelligence behind those eyes, the tenderness in everything you touch, the walls you construct so carefully around you. I see YOU, for who you are, and I love you.

But, alas, you do not love me. I am much too colorful. My feet are firmly planted in the clouds of dreams and ideals. My enthusiasm shows on my face- my awe and wonder at the whole wide world and beyond emanating from within. You would much rather talk to that sensible, pretty Taurus over there. I'm sure she never spontaneously jumps into anything, or skips and whoops or makes a fool of herself... I'm sure she's perfectly happy wooing you for six years with discussions about the weather, or whatever your particular fancy may be.

Sigh...

Perhaps you are impervious to the little gifts I give you. Perhaps my compliments never shake the solid walls of your insecurities...

You look at me and see through me, perhaps to muse at my blustering and gesturing and breathless exhalations. Perhaps you can see what you do to me. Perhaps you are afraid I might knock you over, flat on your back, and then what will you do? You want to avoid it, so you just laugh at me. Things are easier when we pretend they don't matter.

Maybe you just think I'm a childish, silly fool, and that's that. I wouldn't know, because you never say- you don't use words like I do. Your silences are cavernous. I wish you would talk to me- let me explain that I'm not really such a silly fool- my soul is actually quite old, and wiser than you think. If you would only just let me in...

I'm sorry, my darling Virgo...

I never meant to frighten you. I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable. Never meant to offend your sensibilities. Maybe someday you'll see that I mean you no harm- that my mind is just as tuned in as yours- my emotions as worthy. That my love can run as deeply as any volcano's molten fire, as never-ending as a September blue sky...

Maybe someday you could learn to love me back...

Ever Yours,

Aquarius