A quote by Edwin Markham
I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries
the light of... See more
evolve.insinstagram.comLove is, in part, the willingness to risk being seen as we are; to let go of what we’re supposed to be and, instead, just be . To stand still.