(October 8, 2011 at 6:51 am)thesummerqueen Wrote: I remain a beaten down but hopeless romantic. I've accepted it.
And I didn't believe love to be anything more than a joke until Monday... now I know better.
Regardless of the process behind it: it exists... and it's wonderful

Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day