Walking from the eastside as the sun had its last hurrah
I wondered what makes seeing
Something or someone
Over and over,
The same site, maybe in another moment,
Endlessly beautiful, increasingly mysterious.
And I thought, it must be love.
Walking from the eastside as the sun had its last hurrah
I wondered what makes seeing
Something or someone
Over and over,
The same site, maybe in another moment,
Endlessly beautiful, increasingly mysterious.
And I thought, it must be love.
I love to see amazing sights, whether they be fantastic architecture or incredible gifts of Mother Nature, in all different lights, times of the day, various states of weather. It’s like seeing a beloved friend in a different outfit and mood. What you describe is true and deep love indeed.