pretty pretty pretty mine

[geami]

No, nothing arrives late, because all things have their right time, like the wheat and the clover; only, unlike the ear or the wild flower, any time is the right time to let love blossom. No, love does not arrive late. Your heart and mine know, perhaps secretly, that there is no such thing as a late love. Love, at any hour, when it searches the sun

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[_originunknown_]

so romantic ~sigh~

[anonymous]

what if you lost love. or rather didn't know anything of it or it's existence. what would you write about? who would you be?

[goshgolly]

without love what is worth living for?