''I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart's affections and the truth of the Imagination.'' John Keats
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Sweet Song
Do you hear a song With words of gentle destiny, Sung in perfect pitch? Does its rhythm match Your most joyous heartbeat? This is the music of love, Whose instrument is spirit And you are its minstrel.
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