The House Of A Thousand Lanterns
Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,
nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time
The house of a thousand lanterns
is the heart, and love is the light.
Without love the heart is a
crematorium.
Love makes the whole world kin.
I saw you in your sleep, my beloved,
lying beside me, smiling;
I could not tell if you were awake or dreaming.
and I was yours, and that every day we
live together
is a new day for love.
____AKSHR
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