And now a poem....to read..
Your angel eyes are shut to th'world, my dear,
And where you are now none knows but yourself;
Darkness has engulfed the land; only
The moon and stars pierce the somber void;
And the glass separates us from the snow,
From the wind-swept valley below.
Your sleepy head rests on my weary chest;
You breathe in slow, deep pants upon my skin,
A regular, deep, warm music of life,
Sweeter to me than any symphony;
And I turn my head and look at the snow,
At the wind-swept valley below.
Your hair covers your naked form and mine;
No sound about, save for a sweet nocturne,
Played softer than your sweet, loving whispers;
I kiss your lovely head and your long hair,
And in my joy, I am borne with the snow,
In the wind-swept valley below.
I feel your body resting atop mine,
My arm warmly embracing your pale skin;
Together we would float in the brisk air,
Together we could become one with all,
Together one, one with the snow,
With the wind-swept valley below.
I stand alone, my hand pressing the pane;
A loveless, cold bed empty behind me.
I let myself dream for the nonce
and woke up to the pain,
A lone sentry in th'radiating cold,
I shall shed my tears in the snow,
In the wind-swept valley below.
That was the poem...that you read....
Fourth...
Feelings
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