A HARVEST BLESSINGBreak the bond of custom, from the prison of tradition escape Delight not in your weakness, from this imagined delicacy escape Prom these self-conjured vows of greatness escape It too is bondage, from love's bondage escape. Not only has the thorn, the flower too emasculate risen my love! You have to walk along with me.
Four Short Stories of SuspenseFour Short Stories of Suspense