14 February 2011

happy valentine's day



Come, when the pale moon like a petal
  Floats in the pearly dusk of Spring,
Come with arms outstretched to take me,
 Come with lips that long to cling.
Come, for life is a frail moth flying,
 Caught in the web of the years that pass,
And soon we two, so warm and eager,
 Will be as the gray stones in the grass. 

Sara Teasdale

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