Ah, My Beloved
my beloved, fill the cup that clears
Today of past regrets and future fears-
Tomorrow? - Why, tomorrow I may be
Myself with yesterday's sev'n thousand years.
Love is, above all, the gift of oneself. - Jean Anouilh,
When I am sad and
weary. When I think all hope has gone.
Those have most power to hurt us that we love. - Francis Beaumont