When buffeted and beaten by life's storms,
When by the bitter cares of life oppressed,
I want no surer haven than your arms,
I want no sweeter heaven than your breast.
When over my life's way there falls the blight
Of sunless days, and nights of starless skies;
Enough for me, the calm and steadfast light
That softly shines within your loving eyes.
The world, for me, and all the world can hold
Is circled by your arms; for me there lies,
Within the lights and shadows of your eyes,
The only beauty that is never old.
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Beautiful sentiment, wonderfully put.
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I love that this is written with no gender or specific personhood...it is a man to his wife, or to his lover, a son to his mother, a daughter to her father, a soul to its creator....all of us know this feeling of encirling Love that never is old...a very precious write indeed. Peace, Rhonda
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Love it
So simple and yet so compelling. Yummy.
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Brevity...the soul of wit
...goodly writ!
Nice going James
John F Johnson -
Enough to warm the heart of the coldest love?
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