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"Love cannot be organized. For love, is the most  spontaneous thing in existence"





A path of rose petals, bathing in the moon light, led me to you.

Guided by the flickering fire of the candle, I saw you first, staring at the drowning sun.

Grains of sand fell from your adust brown hair, as you turned to look into my eyes.

And I was startled to see (in the desirable  mystic green) my forever.

      This is the moment I first fell in love.