I could not make love to a woman,
no matter how pleasing to my easy eyes,
who possesses a scowling soul of no depth,
a sour heart containing no eagerness to love this world,
or a dark mind shut to wonder, light, and beauty.
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC
I could not make love to a woman,
no matter how pleasing to my easy eyes,
who possesses a scowling soul of no depth,
a sour heart containing no eagerness to love this world,
or a dark mind shut to wonder, light, and beauty.
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