Wednesday, February 9, 2011

The hours I spend with you

The hours I spend with you
I look upon as sort of perfumed garden,
a dim twilight and a fountain
singing to it. You and you alone make
me feel that I am alive.
Other men it is said
have seen angels, but I have seen
thee and thou art enough.


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