One word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdain'd For thee to disdain it. One hope too like dispair For prudence to smother, I can give not what men call love: But wilt… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
One word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
