I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn; his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes – and the stars through his soul.
Honey, the stars were never as wondrous as they were when I met you in my dreams the other night. At last, I understood God better. And I learned that life holds many beautiful surprises and that even storms can be wonderful. My heart is overflowing with romantic thoughts of you and I hope to find you here www.cookatmyprofile.org
Vyka
