Love is a soft and sweet triumph. And triumph fills our every breath. When we drink at the shore of Leth Love's memory will not depart Its passion fills the depth and breadth; Sweet triumph of love's passion.
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Image: The Soul of The Rose, JW Waterhouse, 1901