Friday, February 24, 2017

Said the curious old man


You come upon them in the forest,
these playful lines of verse, as if a choice were offered,
whose kind face, and which bright heaven first?
and love to say you know not,
for better and for worse,

when all of it is heaven, and none of it a curse,
when all is where you’re standing,

when love’s arrow finds
your heart.



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