When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.
When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.
Thy love may curse or bless me,
I care not, if but once thou dost caress me,
O Brook, I follow thee!
But all lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love; No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love; The years of Heaven with all earth's little pain Make Good Together there we can begin again, In babyhood.
Love has a tide!
I know not if my love would curse or bless thee.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories