Charles Baudelaire

The Flowers of Evil & Paris Spleen

    lonesomeghostцитує5 місяців тому
    Sweet beauty, but everything today is bitter for me,
    And nothing, neither your love, nor the boudoir, nor the hearth,
    Is worth as much to me as the sun shining over the sea.

    But despite all that, love me, tender heart!
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