Poem: Emote
Emote What love deep within me burns; What fires rage and boil and turn? The throes of death cannot me keep, Nor snakes that twist and turn and creep, Nor anything but heaven above, Can keep me from my deep, … Continued
Emote What love deep within me burns; What fires rage and boil and turn? The throes of death cannot me keep, Nor snakes that twist and turn and creep, Nor anything but heaven above, Can keep me from my deep, … Continued