I read once that the ancient Egyptians had 50 words for sand and the Eskimos had 100 word for snow. I wish I had 1000 words for love but all that comes to mind is the way you move against my skin when you sleep
sometimes I think of the sun and the moon as lovers who rarely meet, always chase and almost always miss one another, but once in a while they do catch up, and they kiss, and the world stares in awe of there eclipse. The Sun and The moon as lovers
They say that love is blind. I disagree. Infatuation is blind, love is all-seeing and accepting. Infatuation is fragile and will shatter when life is not perfect. Love is strong and it strengthens because it is real.