Tuesday, January 31, 2006
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
and though i fear and creep about a little,
We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.
and i will pray
and hope to God
love's here to stay Joyce Lim unzipped at 6:42 PM with 0 comments
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