"What else can I do, love? I know it isn't you, love. I'd never be untrue, love. You know I'd never stray. But that river's rolling and distant bells are tolling, telling me that I am bound away.
Take me by the hand, love. Say you'll understand, love. We will meet again love, on another day. There is much I don't know, I don't know where dreams go. All I know is I am bound away..."
Jane, 22, California. Horseback rider, otter spotter, Marie Antoinette lover. I post anything that tickles my fancy.
(If I own it, it's tagged as "personal". Previously littlefallofrain)