Love - A connection of the heart. Miles and miles of invisible fine red thread, weaved, anchored from one to the other. Nothing goes unknown to each other. Its an unexplainable phenomenon like a hundred thousand fireflies lighting up the night sky.

- philoism

In the end, when you turn back to look for me,
I will be there.

- Juanita Sanchez

Nowhere is a lovely place to find you.

-Juanita Sanchez

This is my song
To carry on
When you have found yourself alone
And I am gone

So I will wait
Anticipate
Every last minute that we have
To celebrate

This is my song to remember me by
When the moon grows long in the sky
And you wonder why goodbyes are bound to be
Life goes on, love, you will see

Think of this tune
When Forget-me-nots bloom
Pick one for me and make a wish
That I will be back soon