Love in her eyes sits playing,
And sheds delicious death;
Love in her lips sits straying,
And warbling in her breath.
Love on her breast sits panting,
And swells with soft desire,
No grace, no charm is wanting,
To set the heart on fire.
Love in, etc.
1732, Love’s Resort (from Acis and Galatea, Act I)
June 16, 2009 at 2:58 pm
Lovely…it has a 3D appearance with the words on a bright background against the muted colors of the quilt.
June 19, 2009 at 11:05 am
just found your blog and think its lovely!
Thank you so much Janet!