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<p>&quot;Desire&quot; by Samuel Taylor Coleridge:</p>
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<p>Where true love burns Desire is Love’s pure flame;<br /> It is the reflex of our earthly frame,<br /> That takes its meaning from the nobler part,<br /> And but translates the language of the heart.</p>
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<p>(Image via Flickr user <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/keoni101/5351290790/" target="_self">Keoni Cabral</a>)</p>
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