2 stycznia 2012
Breathe
Love... The young seek it, the bitter scorn it, fools spurn
it, and before my glorious thralldom, I was all of these.
My dove, my perfect one; ever you shall be the reason there
is life in me, for I have discovered that love is not the fleeting aroma
carried on the passing wind.
It is the very air we breathe. Let us breathe deeply.
~Christopher Thor Britt