Strange fits of passion have I known:
And I will dare to tell,
But in the lover's ear alone,
What once to me befell. When she I loved look'd every day
Fresh as a rose in June,
I to her cottage bent my way,
Beneath an evening moon. Upon the moon I fix'd my eye,
All over the wide lea;
With quickening pace my horse drew nigh
Those paths so dear to me. And now we reach'd the orchard-plot;
And, as we climb'd the hill,
The sinking moon to Lucy's cot
Came near and nearer still. In one of those sweet dreams I slept,
Kind Nature's gentlest boon!
And all the while my eyes I kept
On the descending moon. My horse moved on; hoof after hoof
He raised, and never stopp'd:
When down behind the cottage roof,
At once, the bright moon dropp'd. What fond and wayward thoughts will slide
Into a lover's head!
'O mercy!' to myself I cried,
'If Lucy should be dead!'
-William Wordsworth
Love And Hugs
A bunch of flowers,
Thinking Of You
I always think of you.
Still I Love You!!
I cannot give you richesA mansion or a carI cannot reach the heavenTo bring you down a starBut take this heart I give to youIt may not seem a lotPlease handle it with care, my love'Cause it's the only
Life Pain Ends
Breathe in the fresh air,
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
You Used Me
You used me.
King For A Day
I'm resting here quite regally,
Stay With Me
Listen to my heart as it screams your name.
The Indian Serenade
I arise from dreams of theeIn the first sweet sleep of night,When the winds are breathing low,And the stars are shining bright.I arise from dreams of thee,And a spirit in my feetHath led me—who
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