Rough Edges Of A Routine Day

Love…
…in my heart is high like mountains; balanced like level plains; beautifully colorful as a spring meadow and smooth as a worn river stone. The uneven ground of thought, deserts of doubt and rough edges of a routine day are no match for love’s power.

American poet, painter, essayist, and playwright E.E. Cummings
fallinginloverocksTrust
your
heart
if
the
seas
catch
fire,
live
by
love
though
the
stars
walk
backward.