About Her

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She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that's best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes:

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

I’ve a strange feeling with regard to her. As if I had a string somewhere under left ribs tightly knotted to a similar string in her. I’m afraid that cord of communion would snap. And I’ve a notion that I’d take to bleeding inwardly.

She have bewitched me ,body and soul.

All I ever wanted,is her.

I've been doing a lot of thinking and the thing is, I love her.

No other love but her.

I love her, like a sickness and its cure together.