Disguise Our Bondage As We Will, 'tis

Come O'er The Sea, Maiden With Me, Mine Through The Sunshine, Storms And Snows; Seasons May Roll, But The True Soul Burns The Same, Where'er It Goes.

And The Heart That Is Soonest Awake To The Flowers Is Always The First To Be Touch'd By The Thorns.

It Is Not While Beauty And Youth Are Thine Own And Thy Cheeks Unprofaned By A Tear That The Ferver And Faith Of A Soul Can Be Known To Which Time Will But Make Thee More Dear No The Heart That Has Truly Loved Never Forgets But As Truly Loves On To The Close As The Sunflower Turns On Her God When He Sets The Same Look Which She'd Turned When He Rose.

Usually, The Main Problem With Life Conundrums Is That We Don't Bring To Them Enough Imagination

Fond Memory Brings The Light Of Other Days Around Me.