-Every heart sings a song,
incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to
sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone
becomes a poet.
SOMETIMES
we need to stop analyzing the [past]
stop planning the [future]...stop trying
to figure out precisely how we feel.
stop deciding with our mind what we want
our heart to feel...sometimes we just have
to go with "whatever happens, happens"