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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA 
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Her gentle fingers turn the handle The creaking door gives way to her I find my heart in ardent stir How slowly burns the molten candle! O, how she whispers in the night!— No Muse such words would ever render, What beauty stands before my sight?-- She’s but a vision of my madness The madness that I can’t subside She comes to sympathize my sadness And I await her with delight I lay there listening with gladness. She says that all will be alright, And that my pain will not abide. And I am overfilled with life Which has erased the grief and strife Of past commotion. At first light, With joy I calmly rise from bed, The world awakes before my sight I look toward my day ahead. I yearn to live, then realize That I’m alone. Until the night, I recollect her shining eyes And melancholy tears I shed. |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
that was beautiful... Until the night, I recollect her shining eyes And melancholy tears I shed. I loved the final image. |
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Comfrey83 Junior Member
since 2000-04-02
Posts 36Winchester, Mass USA |
pretty outt there something wild eh? nice sound to it caught the image -AndYamO |
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