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just because you can't love

just because you can't love yourself, she said, doesn't mean you shouldn't love me.
- Secret #39 of 99

Posted September 25, 2002 9:51 PM

 

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That's dear old Carl.

it's the coolest thing ever.

Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;Taking me back down the vista of years, till I seeA child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling stringsAnd pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of songBetrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belongTo the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outsideAnd hymns in the cozy parlor, the tinkling piano our guide.So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamorWith the great black piano appassionato. The glamorOf childish days is upon me, my manhood is castDown in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past. Piano by D.H.Laurence