Love is here Wish we were Merging ourselves into the beauty of the countryside and one another. Every blade of grass, every leaf, every rock and every cloud reflected in our eyes. Loving You . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . by Janet Boyd aka Bee Spit

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Last Love

Love at the closing of our days
is apprehensive and very tender.
Glow brighter, brighter, farewell rays
of one last love in its evening splendor.

Blue shade takes half the world away:
through western clouds alone some light is slanted.
O tarry, O tarry, declining day,
enchantment, let me stay enchanted.

The blood runs thinner, yet the heart
remains as ever deep and tender.
O last belated love, thou art
a blend of joy and of hopeless surrender.

Fyodor Tyutchev

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THANKS A BEEMILLION.

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