Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Monday, December 04, 2006

Love...

"My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
Where can we find two better hemispheres,
Without sharp north, without declining west?

Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally;
If our two loves be one, or thou and I Love so alike
that none can slacken, none can die."


Tristan + Isolde