If it stays , it is love... If it ends , it's a love story.. If it never begins, it's poetry .. And she stopped ...and she heard what the trees said to her... And she sat there for hours not wanting to leave... For the forest said nothing, it just let her breathe... Love these throw back treasures - hope you will as well....My beloved Mom, thanks... Always in my heart and thoughts ... Sincerely, Suzanne
