Friday, February 26, 2016

Your "Spell" is My Desire

Where true Love burns Desire is Love’s pure flame;
It is the reflex of our earthly frame,
That takes its meaning from the nobler part,
And but translates the language of the heart.
- Samuel Taylor Coleridge, "Desire"

9 comments:

Jen said...

I can't sleep.

Jen said...

I can hear the clock ticking.
I've been awake since 4.

Jen said...

My dog sleeps at my feet, and hes like a little space heater.

Jen said...

Why do birds start chirping when it's still pitch black outside?

-FJ the Dangerous and Extreme MAGA Jew said...

lol! Sounds like a bad night. I've had a few like that. Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD).... or something. I attribute it to a lack of sunshine exposure....

-FJ the Dangerous and Extreme MAGA Jew said...

Take a nap this afternoon! :)

Jen said...

Get yourself a light box.

Jen said...

Mmmm. It's on the schedule. :)

Thersites said...

:P