Samuel Taylor Coleridge's
Desire
Where true Love burns desire is love's pure flame;
It is the reflex of our earthly frame,
That takes its meaning from the nobler part,
And but translates the language of the heart.
Have a sweet nice week, folks :)
Where true Love burns desire is love's pure flame;
It is the reflex of our earthly frame,
That takes its meaning from the nobler part,
And but translates the language of the heart.
Have a sweet nice week, folks :)
8 Comments:
You have a sweet week too, Jonice!
What a beautiful poem to start a week.
Terry
By Terry Kaufman, at segunda-feira, julho 21, 2008 5:29:00 AM
I like when desire becomes true love...
Oh yes I like!
Do you know what I mean?
LOL...
Kisses Jon
By Blas Torillo Photography, at segunda-feira, julho 21, 2008 11:15:00 AM
I still don't understanding the love but I always accept desire. It's a feeling we can work.
By L.S. Alves, at segunda-feira, julho 21, 2008 12:53:00 PM
What a beautiful verse..Coleridge was my GrandFather's favourite poet.
By Niall young, at segunda-feira, julho 21, 2008 3:17:00 PM
Oi, Joquita...
Feliz nosso dia atrasado...rsrsrsr
beijão, linda...
By Cris, at segunda-feira, julho 21, 2008 5:24:00 PM
Jonice,
Obrigado pelo apoio!
Teu blog encanta.
Adorei o Desire.
Abraços, flores, estrelas..
By Anônimo, at terça-feira, julho 22, 2008 9:25:00 AM
Bonne semaine également !
Tu veux voir un exemple de bonheur malgré l'adversité ? Viens me rendre visite dans mon coin de verdure.
Bisous
By Je Vois La Vie en Vert, at terça-feira, julho 22, 2008 2:31:00 PM
can you translate my heart's language?
beijo
luísa
By pin gente, at quinta-feira, julho 24, 2008 11:35:00 AM
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