Monday, November 9, 2009

The blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain.

I know you appear
Vivid at my side,
Denying you sprang out of my head,
Claiming you feel
Love fiery enough to prove flesh real,
Though it's quite clear
All your beauty, all your wit, is a gift, my dear,
From me.
-Sylvia Plath

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