Thursday, March 26, 2009

From an old letter...

"When the world gave him thorns,
she gave him a rose;
when the coldness made his salty cheeks dry,
she brought tears to his eyes.
The flower was a brief moment that dried;
the tears watered new roots,
a rose grew in his heart;
it blooms under her sunshine."

--from Braveheart

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