This is an excerpt from the poem, 'Maude'
"She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, my heart would hear her and beat. Were it earth in an earthly bed; My dust would hear her and beat. Had I lain for a century dead; would start and tremble under her feet, and blossom in purple and red".
I must agree, it is quite beautiful.
And the moment you've all been waiting for, the word of the day.
sanguine (adj)-optimistic, hopeful, or confident
Much Love,
Ash and Sam
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