A beautiful love story

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Why is the Mass in Latin?

The answer:
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The mellower season...

"Youth is like Spring, an over-praised season more remarkable for biting winds than genial breezes. Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits." --Samuel Butler

Once again

My days are full of wonder,
as though I've traveled back in time
to long-forgotten dreams,
to a once-forgotten land.

My nights are deep as oceans.
I am sailing from the darkness
to the shoreline of the dawn;
and it's morning once again.

Late August

"Let me enjoy
this late-summer day of my heart
while the leaves are still green
and I won't look so close
as to see that first tint
of pale yellow slowly creep in.
I will cease endless running
and then look to the sky
ask the sun to embrace me
and then hope she won't tell
of tomorrows less long than today.
Let me spend just this time
in the slow-cooling glow
of warm afternoon light
and I'd think
I will still have the strength
for just one more
last fling of my heart."
-  John Bohrn, Late August   

So soon...

"Summer's lease hath all too short a date."

- William Shakespeare

Absence makes the time pass slowly...

"Herseemed she scarce had been a day
One of God's choristers;
The wonder was not quite gone
From that still look of hers;
Albeit, to them she left, her day
Had counted as ten years.

(To one it is ten years of years:
...Yet now, here in this place,
Surely she leaned o'er me--her hair
Fell all about my face...
Nothing: the Autumn-fall of leaves.
The whole year sets apace.)

--excerpts from Dante Gabriel Rossetti's The Blessed Damozel


“Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age."
~John Dryden