When all the longing in your heart is more poem than all the words leaving your lips you have found love is more than you can ever say but on the way its good to remind yourself that love is real and only one word can describe that which your longing heart cannot, and break on in from the outside what lies within.
from the beginning of now, new and beautiful fields of time are growing but do not rush - the grass isn’t yet ready for the weight of your past and that must not be rushed either for everything needs time to get a little bit stronger you are a process too wonderful to be rushed. you may dream and go gently and take as long as you need for those fields will never stop waiting for you