Love,
love —
my
love
— is
limitless.
p.s.
I ask you this:
❝
What good’s the warmth of summer, without the chill of winter to sweeten it?
❞
is love [full stop]
Love,
love —
my
love
— is
limitless.
p.s.
I ask you this:
❝
What good’s the warmth of summer, without the chill of winter to sweeten it?
❞