Guest guest Posted February 19, 2002 Report Share Posted February 19, 2002 Love is the ultimate refuge. If you are worried about your ego, think how much more does it fear this truth? The hand that plays this sad music trembles when the composer draws near. The bow slips from the waist of the cello and falls to the floor breaking to pieces in silence. When the Beloved enters your music room, you will want to hide all these old scores, but they will leap into non-existence burning into nothing at one glance from Her beauty. Love is the only refuge from the mercy of deathlessness. These false jigs and threnodies, will end soon. This desperate reaching for a song other than love, will fall to bits with your last breath. If you need a singing partner choose the songstress that came with you to this conservatoire. Her hair falls over your hand and plays the stings of your heart leaving your idle tongue gasping for air. Take asylum now in Her music, for love is the perfect refuge. love eric Copyright 2002. Eric Ashford. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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