How to Be a Romantic

Because romantics are far too rare.

from the heart of jonnytran and the soul of pneuma

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February 8

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet;

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

By W.B. Yeats