Oh! for somebody to love
Without any passionate dreams to hold
Inspiration does not consume the living
Because there is no fuel for it to burn
... As the light is upon you ever so is my heart with love ... so quietly as even a wind .... ....and not to be noticed even by a feather ....I HAVE A GIFT WITH WORDS I DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO SAY TO SELL MYSELF LIKE A PRIZE SPECIMEN that is not my style. I am humble of heart as a vessel of love...and of nature gentle through which love is poured. There is nothing that I claim to offer but me.
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