You Can Read Me Like A Book

[openvaindedmind]

love that hath us in the net
can we pass, and we forget?
many suns arise and set
many chance the ears beget
love the gift is love the dept
even so
love is hurt with jar and fret
love is made a vague regret
eyes with idle tears are wet
idle habit links us yet
what is love? for we forget

Alfred Tennyson

Comments

[budleaf]

its my birthday tomorrow!

loves
you should come visit

[pirateragdoll27]

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