we rehearse our dreams before we dream them and it has the mystifying smell of strange flowers.
we are the oceans we are the shore; we alow desire , they rise and fall as we solicit the solitude of the moon.
THE LEAVES WILL FALL IN AUTUMN, AN' THE FLOWERS ALL COME TO GRIEF, BUT THE GREEN LOVE IN MY HEART OF HEARTS WILL NEVER SHED A LEAF FOR THE SUNSHINE OF YOUR BONNY EYES WILL KEEP IT GREEN AND FAIR, AN' YOUR BREATH WILL BE ITS BREEZE.
Own but the same to me - you'll find How blest will be our fate. to be happy, to be kind, Sure never is too late
COME, LET US NOW RESOLVE AT LAST TO LIVE AND LOVE IN QUIET; WE'LL TIE THE KNOT SO VERY FAST THAT TIME SHALL NE'ER UNTIE IT.
I love you so, I know it's madness, I know it's toil and shameful vanity, I know its vast stupidity, But here at your knees I must confess. It does not suit my looks or years, It's more than time I should be wise, But by all the signs I recognise The pain of love, its sighs and tears.
if I should think of love I'd think of you, your arms uplifted, Tying your hair in plaits above, The lyre shape of your arms and shoulders, The soft curve of your winding head. No melody is sweeter, nor could Orpheus So have bewitched. I think of this, And all my universe becomes perfection. But were you in my arms, dear love, The happiness would take my breath away, No thought could match that ecstasy, No song encompass it, no other worlds. If I should think of love, I'd think of you.
That night we lay on the dark brown carpet and you told me that expected thing I closed my eyes and tried to do the soft and mutable equation of what we do and what we promise to do and I just couldn't think for the sound of strange doors opening and old ones closing. You know I'm not good with figures even when the world is still and calm. But now I will answer you as best I can: and the feeling was without a name like the true colour of light before it is fractured and labelled containing simply everything in the known and unknown spectra of my life.