Funny thing about our hearts. They never do learn. They go out to whom they go out. And they love and care and hope and desire. Even when there is no good reason for them to continue to do so.

And then, after they’ve come back home and maybe found a new someone to love and care for, they still have that repository of remembered love and it’s like ( Read more... )

My heart longs to know
What caress kindles your depths
Ignites your wild soul