love story.

when our two souls stand up,
erect and strong
face to face, silent,
drawing nigh and nigher
until the lengthening wings
break into fire at either curved point

what bitter wrong can the earth do to us
that we should not long be here contented ?
think ! in mounting higher
the angels would press on us
and aspire to drop
some golden orb of perfect song
into our deep, dear silence

let us stay rather on earth, beloved
where the unfit contrarious moods of men
recoil away
and isolate pure spirits
and permit a place to stand
and love in for a day
with darkness and the death-hour
rounding it

jennifer cavilleri

the most beautiful vow
i've ever heard
from 1970 film called

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