I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you simply, without problems of pride.
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving you but this;
In which there is no you , or I
So intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
So intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.
~Pabol Neruda~
1 comment:
I was just on here 1/2 hour ago looking to see if you posted these gorgeous picts!!! Wow, Holli will be thrilled when she sees these!!!
Great work Lori.
love, nikki
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