The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.
The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.
He caught the flying smile, and blusht, and vow'd
Nor time nor other power, whereto the might
Of love hath yielded and may yield again,
Should alter his.
If such be love, I dare not say.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories