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.