I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way that this: where I do not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is wing’d cupid painted blind.
We always believe our first love is our last, and our last love, our first.
When we first fall in love, we feel that we know all there is to know about life, and perhaps we are right.
love love love,
tulip
