*** EVER HAS IT BEEN THAT LOVE KNOWS NOT ITS OWN DEPTH UNTILL THE HOUR OF SEPARATION. ***
KHALIL GIBRAN
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Unforgettable Love
"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing." Anais Nin
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