A house of love with no limits
a presence more beautiful than venus or the moon
a beauty whose image fills the mirror of the heart
Rumi
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Feel What I Feel, When I Feel, When I Feel, When I Feel, When I Feel It
If you enjoyed the poem on our newsletter - Everybody Loves the Sunshine, it makes more sense in this context. Click on Read More and Enjoy the sunshine.
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