Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality
Enough is so vast a sweetness, I suppose it never occurs, only pathetic counterfeits.
But were it told to me – Today – That I might have the sky For mine – I tell you that my Heart Would split, for size of me –
Who has not found the Heaven – below – Will fail of it above –
Where Thou art – that – is Home –
Though I than He – may longer live He longer must – than I – For I have but the power to kill, Without – the power to die –
They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse…
The brain is wider than the Sky.
I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Witchcraft was hung, in History, But History and I Find all the Witchcraft that we need Around us, every Day –
While we were fearing it, it came – But came with less of fear Because that fearing it so long Had almost made it fair –
We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the drawer – Till it an Antique fashion shows – Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
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