Love has no desire but to fulfill itself: To melt and be a running book that sings its melody to the night, To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.
Category: Between the Lines
Khalil Gibran
Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before children.
March snow
The daffodil and crocus stand in the March snow.
Ring of Fire 