sábado, agosto 16, 2008

...

He grew up, became rich and famous but he never married.
Sometimes, on a summer night, he would stand by his window, and see the pale roses glimmering in the moonlight. Then he would say,

'A pretty girl once loved me.'

1 comentário:

pinkpoetrysoul disse...

I'm not a pretty girl, but I will always love you...