Nov 10, 2007 04:03
is a feeling of being hugged over and over to the point of bliss...
love you bette...er i mean desi
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and you think that love
is only for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed
that with the sun's love
in the spring
becomes the rose