No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies;
Choose this face, changed by no deformities.
My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest, Where can we find two better hemispheres Without sharp North, without declining West.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories