A Senser Sensing
perceiving thinking desiring feeling
Sunday 3 November 2024
The hours I spend with you
I look upon as sort of a 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.
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