Friday, November 13, 2009
George Moore
The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive.
Other men said they have seen angels, but I have seen you and you are enough for me.
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