Take me to you, imprison me, for I, except you enthrall me, never shall be free, nor ever chaste, except you ravish me. – John Donne
No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace,
As I have seen in one autumnal face. – John Donne
Take me to you, imprison me, for I, except you enthrall me, never shall be free, nor ever chaste, except you ravish me. – John Donne
No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace,
As I have seen in one autumnal face. – John Donne