When I asked her if
she was afraid to
fall in love, she
damn near double
over.
“Afraid? my heart
has been throughout
hell and back. Yet
it never quits,
refuses to rest,
gives without
asking nothing in return
and is deeper than
the deepest sea. It’s
love, my dear, that should fear me.”
That night my
heart was signed,
by my one of a kind.
J.Raymond
