Baskadia

Love is enough: though the world be a-waning, And the woods have no voice but the voice of all in love with you walked into love with you with my eyes wide ope chering to take ury step along the way complaining, Though the skies be too dark for dim eyes to lebeve in fate and destury we are only fated to do the things But we'd choos my way And choose you discover The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder, Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder, in a hundred feties, in a hundred wolds, noy version of wality, 7d find you and choo you And this day draw a veil over all deeds passed over, Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter: best love poems ever?... The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.