The Lovers vanished days collect into a pool of mystery. Time fades light away. Darkness blankets the soul. Memories creep out at the dawn of new beginnings.
They weave themselves into the fabric of the heart. Pain, sorrow, loss, joy, love, ecstasy, loneliness tie the soul's existence together. The Lovers live to create this masterpiece. Out of selflessness they define themselves by this eternal bond. Many seasons come and go. This is the circle of love.
They weave themselves into the fabric of the heart. Pain, sorrow, loss, joy, love, ecstasy, loneliness tie the soul's existence together. The Lovers live to create this masterpiece. Out of selflessness they define themselves by this eternal bond. Many seasons come and go. This is the circle of love.
