A day for tinted roses, soft words, thoughtful prose, and tender songs. Most of them I still find either lovely or silly cute.
From across a window with glows of tiny moonbeams infusing my home, an air of sweetness has honored one faint white line.
I fancy the language of gentleness within my own heart — that my blog has, in sooth, become a true love of mine.
Most Favorite Love Song When I Was A Young Girl
An apathetic fraction of me asserts romance novels and songs like this must be held accountable for womenkind’s desolation from then till now. But it’s Valentine’s day and, as always, this memoir must hold true to my every remembrance.
I recall quite a sunshine across a vibrant sky whenever I hear this song. Oh so so young I was – around eleven years of age – and dreamy… singing while unbelievably convinced by forevers and of undying love. 🙂
– geena, feb2016
So the weary traveler, tired of passing through,
Stops to get his bearings, and stays on to wait for you,
When the moon disappears forever
and the sun shines electric blue
And the mountains and trees tumble into the sea
to rest there for eternity
No matter what you do, I will still love you.