A sprig or mint by the wayward brook;
A nibble of birch in the wood;
A summer day and love and a book,
And I wouldn't be king if I could.
John Vance Cheney
~
Thursday, May 23, 2013
Confessions p 28
I know of no more beautiful a thing than a heart
That does not cling
But is still
In love
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