A blissful smile upon your face, grabbing my hand you took me away to a far away place, where I can stand to look you in the eyes and not be afraid of what comes and goes, what dies and… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“He never asks for endearment, all quiet, Only gazes at me all the time, And he bears with a blissful smile This distressing oblivion of mine.” — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
