Two lovers by a moss-grown spring:
They leaned soft cheeks together there,
Mingled the dark and sunny hair,
And heard the wooing thrushes sing.
O budding time!
O love's blest prime!
Entire Poem HERE
Friday, October 8, 2010
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RIght, Left, Right, Both, Both, Right, Both. Please.
Kaythankxbai
Behr Hugs!
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