For Lovers Only

 

Lovers could share, in the warm morning light

There beauty of being

And isn’t it Shakespeare who gave, few words to piligrims of love ?

Here, where Austen left us

Or Whuthering Heights, where I am

So close to insanity, behaving for Love

Always…

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