The careless and cynical world saw only a middle aged woman in love with a boy – and whispered and laughed. The boy saw only a brilliant woman with confidence in his ability – and threw his whole soul into his work. But the woman saw only – happiness.
Happiness – as fragile as a butterfly's wings shimmering in the sunshine – broken by another summer.
India's Love Lyrics
Youth
I am not sure if I knew the truth
What his case or crime might be,
I only know that he pleaded Youth,
A beautiful, golden plea!
[Laurence Hope]
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