"Leah, Leah, Leah, my dear sweet Leah, how does your garden grow?"
My true love has my heart, and I have his. Together in marriage, together at heart. In good times and hard. In sickness and in health. For now and forever.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
perfect
Sunrise
Sunset
I bet
One minute before
One minute after
It all looks the same
Bright gold and purple
With a slight touch of blue
In the sky
In me
In you.
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