The Touch of your hand in passing, so light, so swift, that no one else suspects its loving assurance~ that touch sustains me through the hardest day.
The hours i spend with you i look upon as the sort of perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it.... you and you alone make me feel that i am alive... Other men it is said have seen angels.... but i have seen thee and thou art enough.~
Cherish me with that dignified tenderness which i have found in you. Had i the heavens' embroided cloths, enwrought with golden and silver light, i would spread the cloths under your feet..... but i, being poor, have only my dreams under your feet; tread softly because you tread on my life... Hugs Zimz
The hours i spend with you i look upon as the sort of perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it.... you and you alone make me feel that i am alive... Other men it is said have seen angels.... but i have seen thee and thou art enough.~
Cherish me with that dignified tenderness which i have found in you. Had i the heavens' embroided cloths, enwrought with golden and silver light, i would spread the cloths under your feet..... but i, being poor, have only my dreams under your feet; tread softly because you tread on my life... Hugs Zimz
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