Posted by jakeman on February 13, 2006, at 20:09:36
The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind I was.Lovers don't finally meet somewhere
They're in each other all along.
And another for my friends up North:
When its cold and raining,
you are more beautiful.And the snow brings me
even closer to your lips.
stolen from Rumi, ~Jake
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