Sometimes we write about love because it has yet to be fulfilled. We want it to be real and maybe writing about it will enable us to possess a piece of someone's heart instead of a lost glance. Words about love replace the warm gestures, morning caresses, the longing for the body we once knew or the wanting of the body yet to be discovered.
I need not those words. My heart is full. No room for foolish letters.
I need not those words. My heart is full. No room for foolish letters.
2 comentários:
que bonito!e feliz, minha querida, é teu o tempo, toma-o.
reality, love cannot be expressed in words... warn regards...sree
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