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Lina...how lovely you were...God bless you
Introducing something new becomes
harder than one may guess!
Hereunder is what is found important to be added in order to do
so.
Actually,the ideal world is there in the hereafter; just because
our life is subject to the existence of (TIME) which is able to turn every true metaphysical matters like Love,Death
and knowledge into habits that one lives and encounters before his/her sight in the coming daily life !
These days..how lovely are they..
just to have one only beloved heart
around me..
far there beyond the stars is she
like the moon shines her face
and through the darkness of life
comes her light..just to give us the hope
to see her one time!!without tears.
these words are aimed at Dr.Etuna-in the lands
of light..SPB-Russia
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LOVE'S GROWTH.
by John Donne
I
SCARCE believe my love to be so pure
As I
had thought it was,
Because it doth endure
Vicissitude, and
season, as the grass ;
Methinks I lied all winter, when I swore
My love was infinite, if spring make it more.
But
if this medicine, love, which cures all sorrow
With more, not only be no quintessence,
But mix'd of all stuffs, vexing soul, or sense,
And of the sun his active vigour borrow,
Love’s not so pure,
and abstract as they use
To say, which have no mistress but their Muse ;
But as all else, being elemented too,
Love
sometimes would contemplate, sometimes do.
And yet no greater, but more eminent,
Love by the spring is grown ;
As in the firmament
Stars
by the sun are not enlarged, but shown,
Gentle love deeds, as blossoms on a bough,
From love's awakened root do bud
out now.
If, as in water stirr'd more circles be
Produced by one, love such additions take,
Those like so many spheres but one heaven make,
For they are all concentric unto thee ;
And though each spring
do add to love new heat,
As princes do in times of action get
New taxes, and remit them not in peace,
No winter
shall abate this spring’s increase.
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