A poem written by Lee Sonogan
Accustom yourself continually to make many acts of love, for they enkindle and melt the soul. — Teresa Of Avila
Striking a seized chord.
Ingot cachet radiance,
Quells the double-edged sword!
Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great. — Comte DeBussyRabutin
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