summer journal: ljubim te.

My face in thine eye, 

thine in mine appears, 

And true plain hearts do in the faces rest; 

Where can we find two better hemispheres, 

Without sharp north, 

without declining west? 

Whatever dies, 

was not mix'd equally; 

If our two loves be one,

 or, thou and I 
Love so alike, 

that none do slacken, 

none can die.”

j. donne

ps. fotke so v resnici v obratnem vrstnem redu :)