does the dawn fall in love with the receding night? does the sun long to merge with the silvery beams of the moon? does the blue sky ever attempt to kiss the earth in a tight embrace? do the mountains strive to touch the stars of the firmament?
is it not the red tint of the morn that colours the cheeks of the dusk? is it not the smile of the moon that lessens the wrath of the sun? is not the sky sharing the earth’s pain as she sheds tear drops in sweltering heat? aren’t the twinkling stars covering the darkness lending a radiant sparkle to the black granite?
love turns the world around, enriching the donor and the receiver it gives more than the soul can aspire it lights up more than darkness can hide it fills the void, makes us whole a light house to the sailors at sea the greatest gift, a treasure of measureless worth