Sitting there by a fires light on a cold winter's night. She sat there deep in her thoughts, not caring for the wind as it fought against the trees and the snow outside her home, all she knew was she… — Christiana Copy Share Image
If, my dear, you seek to slumber; Count of stars an endless number; If you will continue wakeful; Count the drops that make a lakeful; Then if vigilance yet above you Hover, Count the times I love you; And if… — Franklin P. Adams Copy Share Image
