Still glides the stream, slow drops the boat
Under the rustling poplars' shade;
Silent the swans beside us float---
None speaks, none heeds; ah, turn thy head!
Let those arch eyes now softly shine,
That mocking mouth grow sweetly bland;
Ah, let them rest, those eyes, on mine!
On mine let rest that lovely hand!
My pent-up tears oppress my brain,
My heart is swoln with love unsaid.
Ah, let me weep, and tell my pain,
And on thy shoulder rest my head!
Before I die---before the soul,
Which now is mine, must re-attain
Immunity from my control,
And wander round the world again;
Before this teased o'erlabour'd heart
For ever leaves its vain employ,
Dead to its deep habitual smart,
And dead to hopes of future joy.
--
Rafiq "JurniMan" Premji
Implementor of After Armageddon MUD - jurniman.com 6666
Personal Info:
Status: Whipped
Current Task: Searching...
Quotes:
"There must be millions of people all over the world who never get
any
love letters... I could be their leader."
-Charles Schulz
"Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding,
mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyaltly through good
and
bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for
human weaknesses."
-Unknown
"Love is the most fun you can have without laughing."
-Unknown
"The most precious possession that ever comes to a man in this world
is
a woman's heart."
-Josiah G. Holland
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