Tuesday, March 20, 2007
random
Love is something you can't describe,nor deny. It is
Like the blossoming of a sweet, tender flower
that opens up unexpectedly.
It is
Like the smell of the rain
that lingers around after a heavy downpour,
Or even the feeling of
forever.
chilly nights just set the mood for writing poems. the nostalgia somehow sinks in.
i knw i'm rather random, but it is rather cold tonight.
so wht is love to you?
juste-vous-et-je blew upon the dandelions on 11:27 AM.
