God is the perfect poet.
My sun sets to rise again.
Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.
Take away love and our earth is a tomb.
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.
So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.
Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.
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