Love

[michaelboy]

There are things that survive
every facet, every change
and every undesirous crossing.
And as much as real missing
may purloin humanly wishes
it may not dispel the beauty
and will never belie its hope.

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I've always loved the closing lines from Walt Whitman's "Song of Myself":

Comments

[serafaery]

This is really lovely, thank you for sharing :)