Love

 

 

All love at first, like generous wine, 
Ferments and frets until ‘tis fine; 
But  when ‘tis settled on the lee, 
And from th’ impurer matter free, 
Become the richer still the older, 
And proves the pleasenter the colder

Samuel ButlerImage

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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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