Category: Robert Browning
how sad and bad and mad it was – but then, how it was sweet
My sun sets to rise again.
God is the perfect poet.
Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.
Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp,Or what’s a heaven for?
Take away love and our earth is a tomb.
Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.
Take away love and our earth is a tomb.
