Love is a strong attachment between people, closeness, yearning, and selfless and dedicated and inexhaustible emotions, as well as yearning for the future life. The following is my collection of eight essays on love, I hope it will help you!
Part I: a drop of ink, the end of the worldFlowers bloom to know the warmth of spring, flowers fall withered autumn cool, seasonal bucket turn, and who is watching, lonely ink? Two people's heart, face in the pale sea waiting. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
Perhaps it is the marriage of the past life, perhaps it is the fate of this life, meet you, I only with no regrets, to bury the warmth of the years. A difficult to write a book in love, tears ask the sky, lonely night sky, how many thoughts crazy growth? And how many people are crying?
A wisp of love and sadness, smoke wave broken, a cup of turbid wine, meet drunk who? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first time I saw this, it was a very good thing that I was so happy to see you. A whispered song, the love of the world is obsessed with who? The first thing you need to do is to make sure that you have a good understanding of what is going on in your life, and that you have a good understanding of what is going on in your life.
Where can I send my love? The first thing you need to do is to get the best out of your life, and you'll be able to do it in a way that you can. The story, but the love injury; easy to water people go, the bright moon as frost. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular ones.
I still carve a glazed dream, I just hope that the road of love is simple, warm heart cherish each other. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you. Cutting red love, cutting green, guarding the warmth of the city, hand in hand, through the peach blossom romance, a thousand years than the shoulder, reflecting a pure heart.
Sigh, time as water, touching the hands of no trace, spring to fall back, speechless heart also pain. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots.
The clear wind implies the poetry, quietly ink, picking rain to do clouds, infiltration of the beauty, tracing the fine words, chanting the words of Huai as lotus, Acacia thin red face, want to send the book nowhere, how can the love break? And tears write cloud paper, flat and oblique, the word pearl moon, poetry fortunate to have the sycamore fall a few chapters.
Such and such a mood, lest the edge of the broken, look at the court has been dusk, early disappeared the snow, wind and flowers. The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I have a good understanding of what is happening in the world. Let the shallow book of words, dyed in the world of feelings, spiritual notes, roaming through the seasons as song.
Wrap up the mood, stay in today's paper, words and phrases, love is thick, over the Tang poetry and Song lyrics, perhaps engraved in the bones and no longer forget. The quiet beauty of the pure and light rhyme, the heart word and you **** pour, the end of the world, engraved with the spring and autumn into the volume chapter, calmly, laughing and flying, this love affair, the wind is also by it, the rain is also by it.
Light ink is still fragrant, the city only face old, that a world of old age! Gently shake off the body of the soot, chaotic thoughts for you to draw a shallow trace, the aftertaste of the distant incense floated close to the smell can not see the vow to burn, such as wishing to turn into ashes, and then prayed, just want to, just like this, quietly guarded by your side ...
Part II: The love of a long and slow flow of waterDad and mom have been married for twenty years, mom is a big beauty, dad looks very ordinary, many people outside and my dad jokes, and I have a lot of money, and I'm not sure what to say. People outside and my father joked, asked! Mom so beautiful, ask him how to chase, Dad always smiled and did not speak, a proud expression, Mom will sneak a smile, Mom will be fine in Dad's company across the road next to the small trees to cool off, waiting for Dad off work, Dad off work, I stood back and watched my father and mother have been holding hands, evening blowing rubbing the wind, is not particularly hot, the air is full of the fragrance of the woods, the scene I I always remember, and the two of them snuggled up with each other away from the back, really super jealous of my mom.
Married for more than twenty years, or the same as the year, many of the deceased see my mother is she is still as young, did not change at all, I admire my father can protect my mother, time has not changed him, love a person no matter how much outside the back of the load and bear a lot of pressure, but still still in the face of their loved ones, all the fatigue and pain put away, warm and intimate, deep love I thought we could be so happy and happy all the time.
In my twelfth year, my father died of a sudden illness, or in February, people have just come out of the festivities of the first month of the year, the home is still hung with red lanterns confiscated, the weather is very cold, I am still wearing the New Year's Eve new clothes, with my mother at home, has been waiting for the run, who did not see my father's last face, and he left us like this, my mother kneeled in front of my father's bed in despair, the tears have been streaming, there is no trace of light in the eyes. can not come out, there is no trace of light in the eyes, I can not forget, just stood in front of the bed wooden look at the face of Dad, heard Mom's voice of despair, I feel that the whole body strength has been drained away.
Brain quiet recalled once a scene, mom in also can not wait under that small tree under the off-duty dad, in also not a family of three laughing and joking happy scene, I just don't have a father, until more than a year later, turned to the old photos, turned to the family photo, I remembered a question, I was careful to ask once why mom and dad together, mom instantly eyes There are a lot of things I can not understand, she said you now young people are too fast, too impetuous, life, dinner to find objects are too fast, there are not a few know this thing of love, the best of a long time, when chasing mom's people a lot of people, the warm pursuit of a lot of people, but only dad in the middle of the slow pursuit of time, those who are three-minute heat past the past will also be gone, only dad has always been in the mom and dad! is truly love each other, support each other snuggle longing for each other, we are now difficult to see like mom and dad this kind of long-flowing love, a lot of people a little bit of money.
Spend a little effort to catch up with their dream girl, even if they did not understand each other. I am very lucky to see mom and dad such a simple love, even if the times change, there must be so many people in the world quietly adhere to, happy, dad I love you, just like with love mom.
Part III: DrunkennessReminiscent of the first meeting of the promise of the same journey with the thorns force shoulder hoe.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
The colorful leaves of yesterday are now alone, full of despair and drunkenness.
The moon in the lotus pond is lying on the stone, the remaining dream with the wind to the old hut. The rain stained clothes, the scenery is bleak, moist vegetation eaves, rain rhyme surging heart. Cold wind on the face, according to the window, outside the window a collection of smoke and rain, curtains within the sadness of a few. The water mist flower season, you enchant the beauty of who? The summer flowers have gone, the years of the clock knocked a season and a season, loneliness, through time and space brimming with years, always in vain gaze, who understand my worries?
The cool breeze of the season shakes off the petals, the heart of a thousand thoughts, idle love is what year? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it in a few minutes. I remember the past life, you for me to chant, in this life I for you to sing low, que song strings up, see each other hate, entangled in the past love. Pain perception, messed up Qing Ying's gaze, the bottom of the heart born a barren, can you see? The starlight in her eyes, is a world of tears, I curled up drunken, Shan Shan soul shadow only single.
Sigh, the high place is not cold, the smoke around the heavy fence, lightly waved the hand, the mood is still in the falling rain wandering. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots. Make the branch away from the piece, who touches the wind chime of love? Let love sweet intestine broken. Once the mountain alliance light promise, turned into cloud smoke dissipation. It's hard to get involved, it's hard to love and hate. The heart of the ripples of a piece of incense, praying for reincarnation never seen again.
Bitter thin waiting, Xu is very far, as if a thousand years. The night is silent, how to cut the mess? The heart of the lotus wrapped in sadness, you may wish? For her to hold a petal to pick a red agar paddle, wake up her memory of the melancholy, the ground is so cool, fog and dew is so heavy, tolerate let her face wither in this way? If you love, just like the first time I saw, copper mirror flowers yellow thin face? Loneliness is shallow, Lingbo Qingyun quickly disappeared, keep a pool of lotus pond in the heart, so that the sound rhyme flow, just want to tell you, confidant is difficult to find, the warmth will be extremely warm!
Clear rain condensation smoke, two phrases, the heart of a thousand thoughts. A song of words a chant as a lotus, people if the years have flowers and months, no need to crescent moon spring drunken love, green steps incense moss, who help who shadow? The mirror to the clouds of sadness, ask where is the love of leisure? A pool of wrinkled waves of flower sadness, inexhaustible book of the ancient cold, drunkenness, incense soul want to break mandarin ducks traces, thin shadow of the miserable, miserable, return, huddled in the red dust of the ten thousand feet, stand into a thousand years of vigilance. I want to take the moon as a medium, send a red paper small words, all the thoughts, obsessive ask far away.
Stranger cold smoke, deep fall has seen, the wind, blowing down a ground of yellow leaves, warm a pot of wine, alone worry. At this time, the words of the vegetarian Liao Liao, memory chapters, the years carved a shallow injury. Fine taste, the song will also be drunken intestines. Wind and rain, geese return to the south, people do not return, falling flowers deep rain. The pool flowers are empty to the shadow, the candle tears to the heart flow. The first thing you need to do is to look for the scenery, drunken wind, drunken rain, drunken curtain dream.
This scene, this heart this night, this wind and this rain, a light stroke, despair a few, the past palpitations of the heart, tenderness like water, but then I was confused! Sighing at the appendages of the human world, unresolved countless, rolling red dust, how can we live up to it? The old way is high and far away, Zen sitting is not for cultivation, only for leaning close to you, Zen is not for becoming a Buddha, only for you to understand. In this life, only the red beans planted in the heart, half of you, half of me, tears for the alliance, love for the oath, just want to borrow your life, and you slowly grow old.
When the season precipitation, the shore of the years stranded, the soul over the river, love to Kangqiao, how can forget, tinkling floss also warm through the heart. The most important thing to remember is that you can't be a good person and you can't be a bad person, and you can't be a good person. Just because like, see your bright smile, like, read your words in the Qing Wan, infatuation without regret, is it, you are my red face in this life?
Part IV: You can not see the love letter
I heard that love is a sacred thing, wonderful, intoxicated people.
I heard that love is a silly thing, naive, silly thinking about you.
I heard that love is a bumpy thing, muddy, but still walking.
I heard that love is a muddled thing, pay, just want to selflessly pay.
I heard that love is a wonderful thing, meet, destined to love at first sight.
I heard that love is a literary thing, love letters, has long been written all over the paper.
Encounter, street corner of the inexplicable a look, can not say the feeling, just want to go to protect you so that people do not hurt you, let you laugh but do not want you to cry, I was destined to meet, I think, I may have found love.
Falling in love, I quietly pampered you, regardless of your obedience or unwillingness, I also want to care for you to take care of you, just want you to get happier and happier, like a pig in my world to eat, fall asleep, do not care about the figure, because of that one glance at the encounter, I will be y in love with you, I think, destined to love, like fish and water, not to be separated from each other, and only wait until the moment of death to really leave! .
Angry, thinking of your angry look, I will make you laugh, I will coax you, so that you slowly do not get angry, because anger is not good, it will affect your brain, saying silly words, so I will desperately practicing the typing, so I will be able to type more words to make you happy.
Nonsense, I will accompany you to fool around, I will joke, so that you feel happy, I want to bombard with you to go a dynasty, confused to accompany you to the end of the line, so that you just hate time is too fast, have not been fooling around with me enough.
I heard that red roses represent love, I will buy 11 potted plants for you later all planted with red roses, I just have to accompany you to old age, this lifetime love, just want to take care of you this silly pig, I will make you my princess.
I want to plant a tree at the beginning of our time, and then we with the sapling to the big tree, so that our love is getting sweeter and sweeter, and you, is my twilight often shouted that old woman, you will still laugh and scold me, the old immodest thing.
I want to hold a wedding for you, holding a wedding dress wearing the most beautiful moments of you, said the vows of life and death, slowly realized, so that you are in my world silly naive look, forever I wind and rain, and you will be a beautiful angel, I protect you.
I want to take you to leave our footprints, although the time is too hasty, we have to go to the place where you want to go the most, pick that our unique proof, you said you want to go to Tibet the most, and I, long ago, Potala as that most beautiful place.
I want to bring you to this roaring love, let us until death, when I put on the ring finger ring for you, and you, will say, meet you is my greatest fortune in this life.
A few times a long way to come to look for you, sprinkle all the western building, worry step hustle and bustle.
A few times the years of wear and tear of the vicissitudes of life, for you, broken hearted, a world of love.
There was a time when I wanted to be a prince beside you, gentle and elegant, imposing for you to sing and dance a song, to comfort you a world of `silence'.
In the darkness of the night, a bright light is lit, and under the light, a party of ancient ink is crushed, and this time in the ancient rice paper for you to write a song of lovesickness.
Once upon a time, you are the woman beside me, long-sleeved and good at dancing, lightly open the jade lips for me to sing a song, comfort me a world of sorrow.
The season of the grass is long and the warblers are flying, ten miles long pavilion, under the lights, and with the breeze for me to stand into a graceful flower, as stunning as the beauty of the city.
The heart is intentional, love is not hurt, love deep show sharp. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots. And I will be holding your hand in the desert, so that you will not feel lonely and afraid of the sword. In the shadow of oars and lights, in front of the light sails and flat boats, I will give you the same embrace as always. Dyeing fire maple forest, west building song moon shadow into a pair, towards the end of the day. I really want to be so overbearing robbed the rest of your life, in the relative sight of each other to keep each other old.
Love, with you, like a picture. The blooming of my heart in love with the clear lotus, for the world to marvel at.
I can't tell you how much I love you, but I don't know how many years I'll meet you, and I'll be connected to the sky and water, and I'll play a song of marriage to the moon ****Chan Juan.
Time ah, you slow down, the Buddha in the previous life before the five hundred years of hard work, only in exchange for a short period of love between you and me in this life.
The sky never grows old, love never ends, and the heart has a thousand knots. The rainy evening winds, the forest flowers thanks to the fall of the spring red. And I am looking forward to the reunion is destined to be melancholy pen end of the Tang wind and Song rain, promise me a world of ghostly love to the distant future. With the ancient rhythms of the past life, looking at the layers of mountains, spilling pen and ink to warm the cold of the beginning of spring. The wind in the evening, speechless broken shadow shaking messy, long swinging. I'm really afraid that the road will end up in the flowers, and yesterday's love is not full of joy will be divided into lovebirds couple.
The idea is to give you the chance to be a part of the world's most important event, and to do so in a way that will make your life easier. The first time I saw this, I was able to get a little bit of the red paper, and I was able to get a little bit of the red paper, and I was able to get a little bit of the red paper.
However, life can not afford to wait, the red moonlight clear sadness love sadness, Phi frost such as clothing alone, emaciated the window of the moon, the moon is missing how old the moon round a few times?
Thinking of the person ah, your past life 500 years of hard work, in exchange for a lifetime of peace and warmth of my life obsessed with.
Fifteen years ago, at the end of the month of flowers, we had a poem from the flowers. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley. Today, standing in the time tunnel looking back at me, memories have been overwhelmed. The first thing I want to do is to get the best out of my life, and I'm not going to be able to do that.
I like this poem the most, light cloud thin thing, all scattered as a flower rain. The most permissible thing to do is to destroy the delicate flowers. And ten years ago, I saw him in the first eye, will fall. Not his face value, but he gave me a feeling of permissiveness, like a warm breeze blowing on the lake, willow green branches swaying with the wind in its gentle stance, as if I had a kind of light, cloud driving mist, flying to his side, was his gentle pampering, warmth, feeling, more feeling is that I as if through the time machine, and then a thousand years ago, once with his acquaintance.
He wore a jacket small suit, white and clean face, full of determination and stubbornness, a small age, was surrounded by wisdom and aura, I wore a big red trench coat, white snow boots a foot blocked his way, he looked up and saw me tied into two small dumplings per cute hairstyle, then held his stomach giggled and laughed non-stop, I said, not to laugh, and then laugh at your teeth knocked out. He rushed to cover his mouth and rushed upstairs. In fact, he is my neighbor, I live here for so long, but I do not know I like my neighbor.
Every time you go to school, I always get up early, and I set my alarm clock for five o'clock every night. I would set my alarm clock for five o'clock every night so that I could go out at the same time as him! Just get a good breakfast, is devouring breakfast to the mouth, heard him bang, closed the door sound. I do not say a word, stop chopsticks, pick up the schoolbag, nimbly put on the shoelace, bang on the door with a bang. But listen to the sound but there is no movement, and so on a few minutes, found him fluttering from upstairs down, but found that I was still standing in place looking at him, his face red, not on, not down.
I thought he was cute, I could not help but laugh out loud, and saw him walk firmly from my side, down the stairs, I followed him a few steps, I saw him get into his dad's limousine and drive away. I watched him go from afar, standing in the wind, let the hair blowing my face. To the school, I moped into the classroom, but the trouble why he and his same level of different classes, I can only blame my academic performance is not as good as his. Classes accidentally out of focus, permitted a few classes, do not know after school. Carrying a satchel, permissive walking on the road, but found him and a few girls laughing and joking, I was in the heart of mixed colors, anger, dissatisfaction, and feel more sour. Can no longer wrap the tears, turn in another direction, good you a "Chu Liu Xiang", everywhere, everywhere more love. Wipe the tears, I head into the crowd of students in the crowd, let the crowd cover my tears, let the crowd wrapped around me, never see you again! Hum ......
Just arrived at the door, hum! I don't want to pay attention to you! Pretend not to recognize you, ignore you ...... you take the key, open the security door, respectfully holding the door, I pretended to ignore your presence, but found you a warm me a small detail, can not help but heartbeat accelerated, touched. I gently said a thank you, rushed forward, behind the back but heard you say, you have to leave ...... on such an innocuous sentence, but in an instant my hope building has collapsed.
Came to school, learned that you become a guaranteed student, to be sent to study abroad, I have been disheartened, cold as a ball, only to walk a few steps, hit a wall of flesh, a look up but found that it is the head of the class, the head of the class to see my eyes flickering tears, know my heart, dropped a sentence I go to help you confess! I will give you an answer in a while, and just walked away in such a hurry. I hold the corner of the wall, slowly squatting down, has been in tears, know a few years, the number of times to speak but not more than ten times, now to go, but only left a sentence I want to leave. The class president came back to tell me your reply, but I already don't care, since you are already leaving, how can I let your heart stay here to hold on to.
Sighting you go this day, the earth wrapped in a layer of silver-white veil, I poured gas on the glass, wrote three words, and these three words, you can not see this life.
Gift: the most familiar strangers, these years in the long years, you have been engraved in my heart, become the past, but also into the memories, such as the next life, I hope to fall in love with you and walk through the life of the spring blossoms, so it is good.
Part VII: Thoughts, you planted a compulsionIt is said that the end of the world and the cape, only separated from the distance of the heart, if the heart in the end of the world near at hand; measured after the know, separated from the wall of thoughts, how to go over, are a perversion of the perversion of sadness, are endless uncertainty; the original thoughts are also like the rain is also like the wind, dripping everywhere, mottled with the years, the memory of the messy, hesitant, after the twilight of the understanding, the It is difficult to cross the net, is that you planted a compulsion in this world!
The day thought, the night dream, last night the small building and the east wind, the flowers bloomed on the east wall, in the dark still want you, always thought not contact, can be with time to forget, the original years of time, the more dense thoughts, the more per cent of the thoughts, the year you planted a compulsion, no medicine can be solved, in-depth marrow, you look like a clear perversion of the appearance of the eyes, still unchanged, as in that year, stood in front of. "I will wait for you to grow up ......" The voice so soft, like water crossing, whisked through the heart of this season.
Waiting for a flower to open, the need for a permitted period of time, the years pale, mottled with a cool breath, do not touch, do not pay attention to, the drops of autumn rain, or drops into the eyes, a slight coolness, a slight sadness, a different taste surging in the head; tossing and turning, and slowly open the years of thick books, a line entangled in the feelings, clinging to a ferry at a ferry, looking at you, waiting for you! A glance, drunk into the bridge, in just the right time, the most beautiful years, fell into each other's eyes.
If the poor life, just to find you, to give yourself a complete, that in the red dust on the ancient road full of thoughts of poetry, flat and oblique, writing the wind and snow, so that the earnest hope, blooming a wisp of flowers, petal rain moisturizing permissible longing; a qu queer paper small words, surplus a pocket of watery ink and rain, caring for the warmth of spring wind and rain, and praying for the years will not be hurt, you will be still safe and sound; from the thought of a permissive, shallow peruse I'm going to go through it, and the hills are not old, and the rhyme is long.
If you can, if you can, in that page of light, thoughts watch into the sky, a simple tone, painted like a permitted thoughts, a touch of sunset illuminate a trip to the heart of the landscape, dense grass, a tree, a flower, a leaf, obsessed with a little bit of highlights in the rhyme, don't show that the taste of the idea, to be the twilight, so that a silhouette of a poem into the dream; half a cup of love, a jug of warm wind and the moonlight, with you! The moonlight rush, has been as water like yarn, gathered up the wind, thoughts of the curtain dream, re-examination of the past reunion, you say can be good?
Always, in the years aside thinking of reading, so the idea of a wall of green glory on the other side of the mountain, whether it is cooler in the autumn, whether the fall of the flowers of the love, and then the light of the day over the horse and go, ignoring the surrounding numerous, withering a cavity cavity Fann Wong, falling red pieces, the autumn wind dance, petal rain, a piece of the fall at the foot of the piece, which piece of a faraway message, is left behind by the years of the aphorisms, thin, cool into the sleeve, the sky is not a message to pass on to the other side. The sky of indifference no message came, or a person in thought, in the obsession, listening to the end of the season of the heart sound.
Thoughts of rain, always when caught off guard, drenched and down, wet the landscape between the eyebrows, wet the words on the paper ink, blurred, a word into death; that thoughts, you planted the compulsion, every day this line full of lines of small words, fall down to pour heart, word by word, weighing and then again and again, pouring miss, such a poison, drink a cup and a cup, is a wish, buried the seeds of a lifetime, so that its Lush green, let it follow the wind and rain, as the case may be, when the flowers bloomed heart stamen twisting incense, fall red when the flower hoe buried flowers; drink from yourself, drink the compulsion that you planted!
I would like to, I would like to choose a time, quiet Fangxin corner, quiet miss, clean and quiet face has seen, so to think, so to think, in the still to come and, still allow, let the thoughts enjoy dancing as the first wings, hidden away from the pale, hide away from the cold, in the original original model, counting the warm fragrance of the flowers; clean water to cook a period of time, weaving a tree of flowers, twilight drums and morning bells to wait for the oath that will not leave you.
See the sea of people, have seen the butterflies and warblers cry of spring, see the spring, summer, autumn and winter, the change of seasons, dipped in the early autumn like the color, write like, write melancholy, write the smoke and rain swaying, Lin Shui and song and ink, in the thoughts of the roundabout, ink dyeing the compulsion that you planted in that one life!
Part VIII: met you, is the most beautiful sceneryIn the absence of waiting for the right person, first love yourself, so as not to disappoint this unloved time. At that time, I was obsessed with stopping in place, but that person has long been far away, never heard my cries, and never saw my tears, but on the contrary, they will make themselves a mess. That kind of low to the dust of humility, and did not bloom gorgeous flowers. Later I realized, love is like when I hid in the box of the cup of milk tea, if you can not let go, can not give up, time will be moldy and stinky, and even for both sides is a burden.
Thank you for the barren years, so that I know the art of abandonment. Just after that, I became cautious, afraid to love, afraid of being hurt. In their own hearts to build an impermeable wall, others can not enter, they can not come out.
Fortunately, in the watery years, I met you, which is really a beautiful scenery. I came to my senses, no matter how many injuries, there will always be someone to make me believe in love. And now, that person is you. But unfortunately, the person who makes you believe in love is not me. So I became jealous, and realized that jealousy comes from caring as well as a lack of courage within myself.
Suddenly it occurred to me that my personality has changed a lot. The first time I saw this, I was so happy to see that I was able to get my hands on some of the best products in the world. Middle school students told me not to be so philandering, not everywhere, high school students told me to learn to put down, not so infatuation, in a tree hanging dead. Once I was kind of hanging, but now? I don't know, I only know that I am afraid of each other back and gradually away from the end.
Keep telling yourself: the road is still so long, how can you bear to stand still in the same place, do not go far away to find a place for happiness? But we all know, if you can not sleep under their favorite tree, then a whole forest for me and what is the meaning? I'm sorry, I can't convince myself that I can only go with the flow and follow my heart.
After walking through so many roads, I gradually understand: some love, not necessarily in the heart, but should be pressed in the bottom of the heart. The heart of the love, will not be annihilated by the years, will not pass with the time. Love is not simply possession, but the freedom to open the shackles. Deep love, is gentle and willing to give each other warmth, care, so that each other have branches to perch, fearless of wind and rain.
If we have been walking in our own end of the world since the beginning, never to be seen again, then let me put down the heart of the obsession, leaving only memories, in or shallow or deep time, singing low, counting the years of sadness.