Love doesn't sit there like a stone,
it has to be made, like bread;
remade all of the time, made new. 
for my mine * my goca * my beba moma sestra soul . a bLOVEg on words of love > by the greatest lovers
for my mine * my goca * my beba moma sestra soul . a bLOVEg on words of love > by the greatest lovers
:)
ReplyDeletewhen it comes to individual human relationships... but in general, :), it sit and exist even without us
:)