A white feathered dove, flies on the warm winds of love. A dark feathered crow, flies on the winds below. Their flight, traveling through the night. Brings them both to a stance, on a new romance
Is a white fox in the snow truely stealthy or is it because we can't see it that we percieve its stealth?
Oh muses play your golden lutes as rain cascades like tears into the abyss
To fear losss is to wait for pain, to wish for protection is to stop pain
Remember love is only fleeting if you believe it is. As long as you love with your whole heart your love is forever