Thou wouldst be loved? -- then let thy heart From its present pathway part not! Being everything which now thou art, Be nothing which thou art not. So with the world thy gentle ways, Thy grace, thy more than beauty, Shall be an endless theme of praise, And love -- a simple duty.
A simple and beautiful Poe poem. You could really feel his passion in those words. Written using a Leonardt Principal and bleedproof white ink.