Soren Elias Chappu Skwigelf (twiceloved) wrote in undertherainbow, @ 2008-08-29 05:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | sable harris, soren skwigelf |
In what bright realm, what sphere of radiant thought
Did Nature find the model whence she drew
That delicate dazzling image where we view
Here on this earth what she in heaven wrought?
What fountain-haunting nymph, what dryad, sought
In groves, such golden tresses ever threw
Upon the gust? What heart such virtues knew?—
Though her chief virtue with my death is frought.
He looks in vain for heavenly beauty, he
Who never looked upon her perfect eyes,
The vivid blue orbs turning brilliantly –
He does not know how Love yields and denies;
He only knows, who knows how sweetly she
Can talk and laugh, the sweetness of her sighs.
You do know that I'm going to essentially think of you as my girlfriend, right? Y'know. Just making sure you had that figured out. Smack me if you want me to quit. What're you doing tonight?