Those were the dayswhen love was professed byscented handwritten letterswhere tongues dancedin themelodyof poetryThose were the dayswhenlovewaspureA union of not two bodiesBut a union of souls.
An Idle Mind Is A Devil's Workshop
Those were the dayswhen love was professed byscented handwritten letterswhere tongues dancedin themelodyof poetryThose were the dayswhenlovewaspureA union of not two bodiesBut a union of souls.