Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
And all my soul and all my every part;
And for this sin there is no remedy,
It is so grounded inward in my heart.
Methinks no face so gracious is as mine,
No shape so true, no truth of such account;
And for myself mine own worth do define,
As I all other in all worths surmount.
But when my glass shows me myself indeed,
Beated and chopp’d with tann’d antiquity,
Mine own self-love quite contrary I read;
Self so self-loving were iniquity.
‘Tis thee, myself, that for myself I praise,
Painting my age with beauty of thy days.
With the rain comes cleansing,
Cleansing brings a fresh start.
A fresh start brings peace.
Peace of Mind.
Peace to the Heart.
Tranquility to the Soul.
Well one was red and the other white, and then the Rea went off to bed.
Where she fell to sleep and had a dream.
Will her prince join thee?
Off to bed the little angel went.
Sleep tight Dark Prince,
The demon of the night and the vampire of the blood.
I just knew it would.
But how can you know the truth,
when there is no light to show it?
That’s simple, said the man.
You just follow your heart.
And the truth will come at you,
Probably with a two-by-four.