The Presence of Love (7)
Oh, teddy,
I love you, too.
I love you, too.
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Very sweet !!!!!!!!
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you still have to name the author, hon.
love, lol. makes us silly, eh?
love, lol. makes us silly, eh?
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sure does
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Samuel T. Coleridge ... one of my favourite poets.
He was born 5 miles from where I was born. There is a little village in England where he lived and it is dedicated to him.
He was born 5 miles from where I was born. There is a little village in England where he lived and it is dedicated to him.
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Thanks for the background
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And in Lifes' noisiest hour
There whispers still the ceaseless love of thee
The hearts Self-solace and soliloquy
You mould my hopes, you fashion me from within,
And to the leading love-throb of the heart
Thro' all my being, thr' my pulses beat;
You lie in all my many thoughts like light,
Like the fair light of dawn, on Summer Eve
On rippling stream, or cloud-reflecting lake
And looking to the heavens, that bends above you
How oft! I bless the Lot that made me love you.