A poem by J.F. Conant

He who loves an old house never loves in vain. How can an old house used to sun and rain, to lilac and to larkspur and an elm above-ever fail to answer the heart that gives it love?

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Love the song even if I don't love him anymore....

1 comment:

Granny Annie said...

Those lyrics kind of tell Billy Joel's story.