I heed not that my earthly lot
Hath little of earth in it-
That years of love have been forgot
In the hatred of a minute:-
I mourn not that the desolate
Are happier, sweet, than I,
But that you sorrow for my fate
Who am a passer by.
-E.A.P.
Be excelent to each other, you never know who's day you might make!
Hath little of earth in it-
That years of love have been forgot
In the hatred of a minute:-
I mourn not that the desolate
Are happier, sweet, than I,
But that you sorrow for my fate
Who am a passer by.
-E.A.P.
Be excelent to each other, you never know who's day you might make!
micaela:
Thank you honey for the kind words, xoxo
annalee:
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