Thursday, September 17, 2009

She Walks in Beauty

She walks in beauty like the night
of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
meets in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
had half impair'd the nameless grace
which waves in every raven tress,
or softly lightens o'er her face -
where thoughts serenely sweet express
how pure, how dear their dwelling - place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
so soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
the smiles that win, the tints that glow,
but tells in days of goodness spent,
a mind at peace with all below,
a heart whose love is innocent.

George Gordon Byron

For some love is blind and for others,
love is a blushing pink, or
pure as the stars in the night.
But alas music plays and it gets hot.
Love shows its true passion, its' secrets, its' twists and turns.
As you bare your breasts and your heart, love is finally yours.
It is invincible.
It cannot be denied or forgotten for
it will burn into all who touch it,
leaving its' mark.

Beware of love
Once is.....
for ever.

Percy Sledge When a Man Loves a Woman

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