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GRATITUD
Amor nacido del agradecimiento lleva el poder de compasion, ternura Dicen los necios que no lo han conocido que no es amor si no hay en el locura! Quiero deciros Incredulos que escarnian! que yo una vez libe de su hermosura Y en mis fecundos valles perpetuaran sus frutos! Marta Esperanza Edgcombe miercoles, 17 de octubre del 2001 ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ GRATITUDE Love born from hung'ring seeds of gratitude bears the pow'r of tenderness, compassion Ye who wouldst scoff, not having nigh its beauty say 'Tis not love if thou canst touch its fury! To thee sayest I Ye who wouldst scorn its virtue! I once imbibed the heady sweetness of its vines ablossom Thence in this fertile valley its fruit alway hath flowered! Marta Esperanza Edgcombe Wednesday, October 17, 2001
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