This is my perfect space. I like it here, so quiet and forever attentive. The love notes are high and the sad times are low. Share in my life, it's an invitation to you.
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Before you kissed me only winds of heaven Had kissed me, and the tenderness of rain— Now you have come, how can I care for kisses Like theirs again?
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