Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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.
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- Thinking of pushing the boat out as my love for Lancelot is alas, unrequited. ;-)
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