"... Always is to joy inclin'd,
Lawless, wing'd and unconfin'd
And breaks all chains from every mind."
Poems from Blakes Notebook (1791-1792) 'Love to Faults'
I was 19 and T was 21.
The world was ours in all our ignorance and youth. Now it's ours with all our wisdom and age. (see? some things never change!)
Happy 41 years, dear one....