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99a sonnet : Love Which Has No Need Of Conscience
Where did you come from?
There comes to me, from your eyes,
COMFORT that is beyond comprehension:
your heart asks not, but merely gives.
Why have you come to me?
Your smile and its pleasantness,
these enthral, thrill, complete me:
the force of Grace attends your presence,
When will I know you'll stay?
Alone, and so long, will I be alone again?
If I show you what I've hoarded all away
would you accept? Proffered then, from this hand:
LOVE. Purest, Truest, Kindest, Deepest, Gentlest;
Love which has no need of conscience.
I meant to tell you...I have a very big volume of Edna St. Vincent Millay's work. It's approx. four inches thick and I think, pretty much a complete compilation of her poetry. Being alone is so awful. Thank God you are surrounded by people who love you in their own way.
Mary
I know you would dedinitely be the kindest, sweetest, gentlest of souls and lovers. I worried about you during Memorial Day weekend and after. Of course, you have been in that otherworldly place. Your inner mind knew even if your conscious mind refused to admit it. You lived and all of them didn't. You are such a gentle soul and have born such ugliness. God alone knows how much, but even He will not allow more than you can bear. Trust and hold on. YOur marriage and life and beautiful children surround you. We all live alone to some degree. Some of us more so than others...Since we seem to FEEL more deeply than they. I think you know what I mean. You, Kindness personified. Gentle heart.
Mary