Cherish
Your presence in my eyes I cherishbut cannot keep
for it dosen't belong to me
My heart is broken
and the tiny shattered pieces
are swept away by your smile.
Cherish
Your presence in my eyes I cherishPoetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
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