"o rose, thou art sick! the invisible worm, that flies in the night, in the howling storm, has found out thy bed of crimson joy, and his dark secret love, does thy life destroy..."
~ William Blake
how am always wish if i've enough money oneday, will buy a beach house, convert into bed and breakfast and everynite will gather all my guests under the moon and will read them some of my fave poetry before they all go to bed...lovely!!!
