NOT EXPRESS LOVE
the real one is always ascoso;
It is a breath that moves
silent, mysterious.
I said, my great love
my heart was opened,
with fears horrendous, cold
ah, trembling, she fled.
As it was far from me
a traveler lifted it,
silent, mysterious:
she sighed and conquered.
(William Blake)
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