Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt,
and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
What ever happened to romance?
What ever happened to romance?
What ever happened
to the corny love letters,
to the long quiet strolls,
to the nights staring at the stars and the moon,
to simply enjoying the presence of the other.
What ever happened to it all?
