Tell Me | The Gladdest Thing
Tell me, my dearestnow when I listento your heart beating,when I drink from a little spring of warmthin your neck,when I look into youas if you were transparent,and see every thought of yoursand know that you would die for mewere it necessary,tell me nowwhether we are the happiestof all peopleor the most unhappy. — Anna... Read more »