To whom I owe the leaping delight
that quickens my senses in our wakingtime
and the rhythm that governs the repose of our sleepingtime.
The breathing in unison
of lovers whose bodies smell of each other.
Who think the same thoughts without need of speech,
and babble the same speech without need of meaning...
No peevish winter wind shall chill,
no sullen tropic sun shall wither
the roses in the rose-garden which is ours and ours only
But this dedication is for others to read:
These Are Addressed private words to you in public.
"Dedication to my life" .- TS Eliot
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