I heed not that my earthly lot
Hath little of earth in it
That years of love have been forgot
In the hatred of a minute:
I mourn not that the desolate
Are happier, sweet, than I,
But that you sorrow for my fate
Who am a passer by.
Wouldnt it be cool if we talked like this.
Hath little of earth in it
That years of love have been forgot
In the hatred of a minute:
I mourn not that the desolate
Are happier, sweet, than I,
But that you sorrow for my fate
Who am a passer by.
Wouldnt it be cool if we talked like this.
wraeththu:
I still do....