Every Day You Play.

My words rained over you, stroking you.



A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of
your body.



I go so far as to think that you own the universe.

I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains,
bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.



I want
to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.



~ Pablo Neruda

* Images by : Cookiemonstah, TheCherryBlossomGirl, Marina Filipovic