Take all my loves, my love; yea, take them all...
All my loves are crowding together and swelling my heart until I almost think it's breaking.
I know the soul that outwears the breast. I have been disturbed by joy and felt a sense sublime whose dwelling is the light of setting suns.
This latent Eden is longing to bloom.
All mine was thine. All mine has ever been thine.
I cannot count the ways.
I will love and worship and bless the name of Beauty with my dying breath, and with a silent prayer I will thank the Incomprehensible for Joy.
The ache has been gone for so long I almost feared I'd lost it. But it does return. It always returns, as mysterious and old and unfathomable and exquisite as it has always been, and it steals my very breath away.
I know the soul that outwears the breast. I have been disturbed by joy and felt a sense sublime whose dwelling is the light of setting suns.
This latent Eden is longing to bloom.
All mine was thine. All mine has ever been thine.
I cannot count the ways.
I will love and worship and bless the name of Beauty with my dying breath, and with a silent prayer I will thank the Incomprehensible for Joy.
The ache has been gone for so long I almost feared I'd lost it. But it does return. It always returns, as mysterious and old and unfathomable and exquisite as it has always been, and it steals my very breath away.