Without Her

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

What of her glass without her? The blank grey
There where the pool is blind of the moon’s face.
Her dress without her? The tossed empty space
Of cloud-rack whence the moon has passed away.
Her paths without her? Day’s appointed sway
Usurped by desolate night. Her pillowed place
Without her? Tears, ah me! for love’s good grace,
And cold forgetfulness of night or day.What of the heart without her? Nay, poor heart,
Of thee what word remains ere speech be still?
A wayfarer by barren ways and chill,
Steep ways and weary, without her thou art,
Where the long cloud, the long wood’s counterpart,
Sheds doubled darkness up the labouring hill.

-Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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Crawling on the
snake like curvy roads,
relishing every inch of
greens all around,
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Together we would laugh, together we would cry,

With each other, we'd never be shy.

Love me like you mean it

Where gilded autumn dazzles hazy morning 

And golden leaves sprinkle on marigold bea

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I see you in my thoughts and dreams.

When I awake, how real it seems.

You aren't