I know now why Shakespeare could not compare his love to a summer’s day. It would be a crime to denounce the beauty of such a creature as thee, to simply cast away the precision God had placed in forging you.
A million stars up in the sky one shines brighter I can't deny A love so precious a love so true a love that comes from me to you The angels sing when you are near within your arms
When its darkest And it seems You re but a Distant memory Haunting me With what was Making me sad I’ll hum to myself We’ll meet again Dont know where Dont know when
But I know we’ll meet again
One sunny day
She told me about her love for petals, snowflakes, and butterflies, for their fragility. She took them in her palms then, set them free, seemly
reminding me
to be gentle
before she
leaves...!!!