And that is love. Only authentic love survives time and its reversals, I think.
You mentioned "Sonnet 29" in another comment, @creatr; what Shakespeare expresses there--I've just reread it--about one's being lucky to be next to our true beloved is similar to what I feel when I see these oil paintings by Zampighi.
Thanks for your comment, I'm in your library right now ☻♥ (Others reading this comment should try clicking on your GIF above, too.)
And that is love. Only authentic love survives time and its reversals, I think.
You mentioned "Sonnet 29" in another comment, @creatr; what Shakespeare expresses there--I've just reread it--about one's being lucky to be next to our true beloved is similar to what I feel when I see these oil paintings by Zampighi.
Thanks for your comment, I'm in your library right now ☻♥ (Others reading this comment should try clicking on your GIF above, too.)
Yes, I haven't forgotten that Sonnet 29 although many years have passed.
Thanks, my new friend, for sharing your appreciation of my library. ;)