There is in friendship just a bit of Eden,
Harboring our early innocence,
Acting out of pleasure in our pleasure,
Not calculating cost or recompense,
Knowing the abundance that we breed in.
Your friendship is a book that I may read in,
Opening a truth I cannot measure
Unless it be with signs or sacraments.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Bit
Posted by Austin at 4:19 AM
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