If only the picture could grow old, and I stay young. For that...for that, I would give my SOUL for that.
Oscar WildeI see the moon like a clipped piece of silver. Like gilded bees the stars cluster round her.
Oscar WildeIf only the picture could grow old, and I stay young. For that...for that, I would give my SOUL for that.
Oscar WildeI see the moon like a clipped piece of silver. Like gilded bees the stars cluster round her.
Oscar Wilde