LOVE

And in Life's noisiest hour,
There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee,
The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy.
You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within ;


                 And to the leading Love-throb in the Heart
                 Thro' all my Being, thro' my pulse's beat ;
                 You lie in all my many Thoughts, like Light,
 
Like the fair light of Dawn, or summer Eve
On rippling Stream, or cloud-reflecting Lake.
And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you,
How oft! I bless the Lot that made me love you.....







                                                                  Sumber:My Husband Arnes Arviantos's  poem
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