“As perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain, Will not leave me: all things leave me: You remain.” LoveBrainAll ThingsCrushPerfumeLeaving MeFoldsThoughts Of You Book:The collected works of Arthur Symons Source: The collected works of Arthur Symons
“Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses? How soft is this one, how subtle this is, How fluttering swift as a bird's kiss that is, As a bird that taps at a leafy lattice; How this one clings and how that uncloses From bud to flower in the way of roses.” WayLoveSongSweetFlowerKissingBirdRoseCrushSubtleBudFluttering Book:Poems Source: Poems
