I know nothing of love, only that it is green. My love is painted upon the love of another.

Love is not a polished thing, but polishing your world with dreams is Love.

Love means spreading her paths with flowers.

“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk through my garden forever” Lord Alfred Tennyson.

My love is totally simple and naive. Red in the flowers and the flamingos, green in the grass and the goodness of the world in you….and …I have a garden.

My garden by Katrina Pallon.

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