Romance is learning
how to give yourself flowers
when you most need them.
Painting by De Scott Evans (1847-1898), in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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