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Saturday, May 3, 2008
12:07 AM
Love
It would be circumstance perhaps,
Or perchance coincidence that set.
Seemingly so for that very opportune,
But 'twas the way that made count.
The times of wonder doth come and go,
That wherein I stood in wondrous gaze.
So very oft the times of joy and gay,
Standing betwixt the hour and the hour.
'Twould be such happiness o'er the moon,
Wherefore the bright sun shouldst shine.
In open wonder to the breadth of the world,
Will the life inside fight to contain.
In sooth the very nature of being shouldst be,
That which hast shown in all plainness light.
Seeing the vast wide visage of thus and thus,
Being where the sky doth touch the sea.
