I do not love you as if you were a rose made of salt or topaz
or an arrow of carnations spreading fire:
I love you the way certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
-Pablo Neruda
and i'll always love you for who you are :)
share a life with me. draw with me. play with me. sing with me. read with me.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
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