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Laying in the quite with the windows open. It's dark, and the wind is calm. I turn over to see the peaceful smile on your face. Your eyes open and connect with mine. The noises from the window decrease and at that moment everything around us fades away as your soul melts into mines, Your soft kisses…
posted by: Uniquelydeep |
category: Love |
comments: 1 |
2008-07-22
Farewell Love, and all thy laws for ever …
Farewell Love, and all thy laws for ever!
Thy baited hooks shall tangle me no more:
Senec and Plato call me from my lore,
To perfect wealth my wit for to endeavour.
Thy baited hooks shall tangle me no more:
Senec and Plato call me from my lore,
To perfect wealth my wit for to endeavour.
Sonnet 82 (Nymph of the gard’n, where all beauties be…)
Nymph of the gard’n, where all beauties be:
Beauties which do in excellency pass,
His who till death lookt in a wat’ry glass,
Or her whom naked the Trojan boy did see.
Beauties which do in excellency pass,
His who till death lookt in a wat’ry glass,
Or her whom naked the Trojan boy did see.
Compare me to the child that plaies with fire…
Compare me to the child that plaies with fire,
Or to the fly that dyeth in the flame:
Or to the foolish boy that did aspire,
To touch the glorie of high heaven’s frame.
Or to the fly that dyeth in the flame:
Or to the foolish boy that did aspire,
To touch the glorie of high heaven’s frame.
A Red Red Rose
O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.
Heart, we will forget him
Heart, we will forget him,
You and I, tonight!
You must forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.
You and I, tonight!
You must forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.
I Wonder If She’d Like Me
I wonder if she’d like me if I stood a little taller.
I wonder if she’d like me if my ears were only smaller.
Or maybe if I brushed my hair and gave her a red rose,
or if I changed my underwear and didn’t pick my nose.
I wonder if she’d like me if my ears were only smaller.
Or maybe if I brushed my hair and gave her a red rose,
or if I changed my underwear and didn’t pick my nose.
Mary Had a Little Frog
Mary had a little frog.
The frog croaked every day.
And Mary always wondered
What the frog was trying to say.
The frog croaked every day.
And Mary always wondered
What the frog was trying to say.
Before Exile
HERE is my last good-bye,
This side the sea.
Good-bye! good-bye! good-bye!
Love me, remember me.
This side the sea.
Good-bye! good-bye! good-bye!
Love me, remember me.
Hamlet
Tomorrow is St Valentine’s Day
All in the morning betime,
And I a maid at your window,
To be your valentine!
All in the morning betime,
And I a maid at your window,
To be your valentine!
Love is here...
Crestfallen soul
Rest for this night
Love is here
Right here under my wings...
Rest for this night
Love is here
Right here under my wings...
If You Forget Me
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
one thing.
You know how this is:
Always for the first time
Always for the first time
Hardly do I know you by sight
You return at some hour of the night to a house at an angle to my window
A wholly imaginary house
Hardly do I know you by sight
You return at some hour of the night to a house at an angle to my window
A wholly imaginary house
She Walks In Beauty
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Somewhere i have never travelled
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near