"I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days- three such days with you i could fill with More delight than fifty common years could ever contain."
John Keats, i could not stop reading Keats' poetry last night. His words disappear from the page and drift above me. It prompted me to go rent the movie bright star...again. When i am reading Keats i can disappear into another world completely as if nothing but his words exist.
I am amazed by the existence of love and beauty...beauty in love. So much is contained in those two words, i can't begin to explain their value.
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