
Oh, Call it by some better name
Thomas Moore
Oh, call it by some better name,
For Friendship sounds too cold,
While Love is now a worldly flame,
Whose shrine must be of gold:
And Passion, like the sun at noon,
That burns o’er all he sees,
Awhile as warm will set as soon–
Then call it none of these.
Imagine something purer far,
More free from stain of clay
Than Friendship, Love, or Passion are,
Yet human, still as they:
And if thy lip, for love like this,
No mortal word can frame,
Go, ask of angels what it is,
And call it by that name!

Are those pink/purple leaves? Seriously?
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Sort of, they’re kind of aubergine color. 🙂
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Nice!
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Very beautiful and serene …love the quote too
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Thank you… and hope you have a happy week. 🙂
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Thank you 🙂 you as well~
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Gorgeous capture as always! I don’t know I feel Christmas is coming when I look at the second pic 😛
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*don’t know why
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Perhaps it does have a bit of a poinsettia like feel to it. 🙂
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Yes, it is indeed 🙂
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