You ask how much I need you, must I explain?
I need you, oh my darling, like roses need rain.
You ask how long I'll love you; I'll tell you true:
Until the twelfth of never, I'll still be loving you.
I'll love you till the bluebells forget to bloom;
I'll love you till the clover has lost its perfume.
I'll love you till the poets run out of rhyme,
Until the twelfth of never and that's a long, long time.
A peaceful easy Saturday morning in the Stitchawl household. Quiet music playing in the background... a bit cloudy outside, but the pink petals are blowing around gently. A big mug of Ahmad English Breakfast tea, rice, tsukemono, and a bowl of miso soup to start the day. It all equals... nice.
Stitchawl