In every small way,you made the day. Life could be wrong and wretched, or right and beautiful. I will see it through you. Tears hot and cold kissed this lovely face. burned the flesh of my skin. As like a pressing iron on a lace, you warmed my heart, by loving me. Does every lover have to wait this long? To behold the face of the tenderly-loved? Was it meant to be or are we illusioned? by the loop-holes of our lonely world? It must have cost a thing to speak, those words only the heart can concieve. you must have understood. you must have seen me too.
The thing always happens that you really believe in; and the belief in a thing makes it happen. Frank Lloyd Wright