 Introduction: “The course of true love never did run smooth.” ~ William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream Rain Soaked Gardenias ~ Diana Mary Sharpton Photography A Moment In a moment, time emerges eternal A whisper in springtime delight Seconds later, it turns into yesterday Detained in memory adrift in flight Souls converge in a constructed recess As seconds pass, it is still now, no less Hypnotized in caresses’ manifestation We become lost to needless hesitation As we land standing; bodies veiled in the sea An inquiry to the heart arrives; Are you part me? Diana Mary Sharpton © All Rights Reserve 2015
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Diana Mary Sharpton“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” Categories
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