I will look to the moon till my eyes turn blue,
Or I’ll see you.
Can you see me in the dark?
Can you put me in the light?
Night is not to be embraced,
But lived…
Moon glaring by Ivan Fedorovich Choultsé.
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What is Love?
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.
Why do men fall in love?
Why men fall in love?
Because they see a glimpse of beauty, available and unattainable.
Beautiful features startle our imagination. As in the fairy tale with the prince and the frog. A frog is always a frog, but a “prince” can be anyone, anywhere, anytime. The beauty of the prince (princess) develops the world, enlarges our perceptions, and the space can be curved…..for a while.
Not because of me. Neither beautiful, nor available, my space is flat. But I have the Words. Through my words, I can shape everything.
Love is always green. Remember that.
Beauty by Vincent Van Gogh.