Something in your soul trusts me.
Otherwise it would not let you near
these words.
Sometimes love tastes like this:
Pain so sweet
that I beg,
May I never open my eyes again
and know another image
than what I have just seen.
May I never know another feeling
other than your inconceivable
immaculate touch.
Why not die
in this blessed ruin.
Otherwise it would not let you near
these words.
Sometimes love tastes like this:
Pain so sweet
that I beg,
May I never open my eyes again
and know another image
than what I have just seen.
May I never know another feeling
other than your inconceivable
immaculate touch.
Why not die
in this blessed ruin.
ladynapua:
That is really pretty...makes me think.....