Our Hour

It is ... but one life we must conquer pain of truth hidden masking our souls bleeding out in one last gasp to breathe it is here ... we must bask in love looming in depths of our soul our desperate need to succeed whether we are or we aren't at our best

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Lady Labyrinth

Date: 4/22/2021 3:57:00 AM

"Who is wise in love, love most, say least. I hold it true, whatever befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most, tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. Brief is life, but love is long. Who loves not a false imagining, an unreal character in us; but looking through all the rubbish of our imperfections, loves in us the divine ideal of our natures - not the man that we are, but the angel that we may be. Love is the only gold."

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 4/22/2021 3:58:00 AM

"A story of particular facts is a mirror which obscures and distorts that which should be beautiful; poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which it distorts."