A cozy place for the hearts that find me everyday.
Song of the RoseFor Zeus chose us a King of the flowers in his mirth,He would call to the rose, and would royally crown it;For the rose, ho, the rose! is the grace of the earth,Is the light of the plants that are growing upon it!For the rose, ho, the rose! is the eye of the flowers,Is the blush of the meadows that feel themselves fair,Is the lightning of beauty that strikes through the bowersOn pale lovers that sit in the glow unaware.Ho, the rose breathes of love! ho, the rose lifts the cupTo the red lips of Cypris invoked for a guest!Ho, the rose having curled its sweet leaves for the worldTakes delight in the motion its petals keep up,As they laugh to the wind as it laughs from the west.Thanks.
Extraordinary! I swear, you and Clytie have the same brain processes! Wonderful--Happy GHT!
I see them! The delicate chocolate one and the bold paper one! Kudos to your most excellent friend - and you too!
the 2 of you amaze me at all the hearts you find!
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