Skin as pale as frosted glass
with a heart as cold.
Though you may be beautiful,
I cannot love you.
For I love another.
Equally as beautiful.
With skin like the sun
and a heart as warm.
For he loves me as I love him
and no matter the colour of his skin,
I will always love him.
And so do you see now?
Money is not everything,
nor is race,
not even a pretty face.
Because love is everything
it is everything to me.
- A Twentieth Century Girl (1960's)
Yes I agree.... most
Yes I agree.... most certainly. ♡♥♡
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thank you! hope you enjoyed
Thank you! hope you enjoyed it.