Sunday, 2 May 2010

A Little Bit Of Optimism?

There’s nothing in the day that is new.
Or in the night, that has not been revealed
By the simple light of a lover’s eye,
As it wanders every road, every field.

There’s no wound that cannot be soothed,
Nor darkened mood that escapes repeal
By the softest brush of a lover’s touch,
When the world is suddenly real.

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