And friends are friends forever If the Lord's the Lord of them And a friend will not say never 'Cause the welcome will not end Though it's hard to let you go In the Father's hands we know That a lifetime's not too long to live as friends.
I adore the picture of the lady on the hill. Something about her and the whole painting in general tugs on my heartstrings. And oh, have to love Lucius and Ivy. And the hands, gotta love hands. ♥ Did you write the poem? J
Precisely. The picture itself seems so serene, but when i look at it, not only do I feel the calm, warm breeze, the wamrth of the sun, hear the birds sing and smell the fields, I also feel the lady's heart, and have a sense of her emotions somehow. Caught in a pensive aloofness; her mind is quiet, but she is somehow, deep-down, eager for something. Wondering. Caring. A small smile tugging at her lips, but silent; standing on a hill; overlooking. I don't know, but it makes me love her. ♥ J
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I adore the picture of the lady on the hill. Something about her and the whole painting in general tugs on my heartstrings. And oh, have to love Lucius and Ivy. And the hands, gotta love hands.
♥
Did you write the poem?
J
No, it is a song.
And i love the Lady on the Hill also. Something about her just seems to make me happy yet lonely...
Precisely. The picture itself seems so serene, but when i look at it, not only do I feel the calm, warm breeze, the wamrth of the sun, hear the birds sing and smell the fields, I also feel the lady's heart, and have a sense of her emotions somehow. Caught in a pensive aloofness; her mind is quiet, but she is somehow, deep-down, eager for something. Wondering. Caring. A small smile tugging at her lips, but silent; standing on a hill; overlooking.
I don't know, but it makes me love her.
♥
J
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