look and listen

Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.

Day after day I’m missing you. Week after week I’m forgetting you. Month after month I’m moving on. Year after year I’m regretting the moment I met you.