Cards = Love

He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven

Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths,

Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

--William Butler Yeats

Give someone your dreams. Or, at the very least, give them a card. Because to me, cards equal love--even if they are cliché and overused and you can buy them in one million tacky different formats--because to me, when you lick that envelope and seal it (with love)--you're sending off a little bit of yourself to someone else. And I think that's just about as good as sending off your dreams.

Here are some cards about love--I know they come by the hundreds and thousands, but these are just a few of my favourites. :)