She tells her love while half asleep, In the dark hours, With half-words whispered low: As Earth stirs in her winter sleep And puts out grass and flowers Despite the snow, Despite the falling snow.
Okay, I'm going to make my journal friends-only from now on. This will probably be the last open entry. Any lurkers, please give me a wave now. *grins*
I'll friend most people if you friend me first, but it may take me a while to notice that you've added me to your list, so bear with me.