"Before I loved you, Love, nothing was my own;
I wavered through the streets, among objects:
nothing mattered or had a name:
the world was made of air, which waited."

"[...]But Love, this love has not ended:

just as it never had a birth, it has
no death: it is like a long river,
only changing lands, and changing lips."There are some words on some ( Read more... )

Okay so I was logging into the internet today and I noticed that code_epic had gotten me a e-gift. I am not sure why she did this, but I respect her, er, money? Anyways. There was a poem attached ( Read more... )