Does thy heart love ferociouslyOr does it rest in modesty's nestWhere the nightingale residesAnd is the deciple of yesterday's loreMust the words be from afarAs the rapid beat of the heart swells the soulEven as the emotions so deep speakThey chain my feet to your warmthThe sun to the desert flowerAt the romantic edge of the midnight starsExpect the joys of the pupil Engaging in the vast moments of the spectacularWhere the experience alone Will shine the everlasting light To the wonders and blossoms of yesterday
