Just read this on a friend's blog and wanted to put it somewhere so I can read it again:
I Remembered
There never was a mood of mine,
Gay or heart-broken, luminous or dull,
But you could ease me of its fever
And give it back to me more beautiful.
In many another soul I broke the bread,
And drank the wine and played the happy guest,
But I was lonely, I remembered you;
The heart belongs to him who knew it best.
~Sara Teasdale
(On second thought--It's silly to say that I wanted to put it here to be able to find it. I could always go look at that blog. I guess i put it here because I like it a lot, and I think good poetry should be shared.)
