Late at night I close my eyes Alas! The lighten candle dies I feel the presence of the dark I strive my thoughts away from you
Flowing like a river of feelings My conscience so pale And all the love that's gone Brings me tragic nightmares
"She walks in beauty like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies, And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes. Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens on her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on her cheek, and on her brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!"
These words I read to none but you, Take thought of me when I descend.
Take from me my emptiness I've never felt (true) love in my life; A bitter life that no one ever cared
The taste of wine lingers in my mind The wine that spilled right out from your wounds Into my mouth and shattering my life I thank you so my beloved ones
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