hi baby
Oct. 13th 04:16 PM 2008
I loved her for that she was beautiful; And that to me she seem'd to be all Nature, And all varieties of things in one: Would set at night in clouds of tears, and rise All light and laughter in the morning; fear No petty customs nor appearances; But think what others only dream'd about; And say what others did but think; and do What others dared not do: so pure withal In soul; in heart and act such conscious yet Such perfect innocence, she made round her A halo of delight. 'Twas these which won me;â€â€And that she never school'd within her breast One thought or feeling, but gave holiday To all; and that she made all even mine In the communion of love: and we Grew like each other, for we loved each other; She, mild and generous as the air in spring; And I, like earth all budding out with love.
