Cary Grant in “North by Northwest” (1959)
(Source: michellewilliamss)
(Source: whosthatgirl-itsjess)
Time is nothing, love is everything
I am fallen fast in your garden love
In your garden I lie on the green fresh grass and rest my eyes while I feel your lips kissing mine
What a kiss full of passion exploding all over your garden
Every second that goes by in your garden of love I fall deeper in
Never wanting to leave this garden of your love
I do not want anybody else living in my love street
Though I know this garden of love which I call home is constantly attracting annoying flies
These flies are here to eat her ripe fruits and I constantly have to swipe them away from the garden
How are these flies entering this heavenly domain? I wonder what could it be or who could it be? Have I done something wrong?
I have done nothing wrong. All I have done is make her beauty blossom and our love triumph.
However, I soon realize these flies are entering because she is allowing them
Dazed and confused I try to make sense of this, but I guess a beautiful wildflower must go through some flies before she can realize it is now okay to close her garden of love to only one person and together let their love grow in the rich soil and endure for the rest of time.
I love you now and until my lungs breathe their last breath
