If Love Doth Speak
In the Sweetest Language Of its own,
‘Tis then in Honesty
That it speaks to me,
To my Heart,
With Tremors of Breath,
And Shudders of Pleased Delight;
Yet never let it Cease to Whisper,
Lest I be unable to Breathe
By its Loss.
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~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Cindy Grundsten
Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
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As always John, I truly appreciate it😊😊😊
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As always, you are very graciously welcome.
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