Where desires will be throttled, and hearts shall weep,
that is the love I will choose to keep.
When the nights are quiet and the moon hangs low in the sky,
when it's dark enough for the stars to cry,
I imagine I will stand in curious wonder
and give myself in wonderous surrender.
a poem for you dear bear
ReplyDeletenever seek to tell thy love
love that never told can be
for the gentle wind moves
silently invisibly
i told my love.i told my love
i told her all my heart
trembling cold in ghastly fears
oh! she doth depart
soon as she was gone from me
a traveller came by
silently invisibly
he took her with a sigh