Grace |
Neither the lines of the greatest sonnetist
Nor the infinite beauty of the rose
Could ever show thee any equity
And this verse that’s written by my aching heart and bleeding pen
This verse can but borrow thy grace
And if I could, I’d search the seas
I’d fly atop the highest hills
and climb upon the flames of fire
If it would help me see thou only once
If it would let me console thee in my safe embrace
And till these wings allow me to fly
I’ll wait in the shadows
Gazing upon my long lost love
Who forever is in the arms of someone surpassing me
Greater than me
Yet I cannot help but to think
That even though my heart is shattered, bleeding
It will never stop to love
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| Kommentarer - (Snittbetyg: 5) | | Aki - 21 feb 08 - 22:55 | | Tack <333333333 :D | Beldaran - 21 feb 08 - 19:26- Betyg:  | Oh shiiiit.
Säger samma sak. Perceft.
Även denhär känns som en sångtext.. kan nästan höra någon sjunga den medan jag läser.
Fy faaan så bra du dkriver!! :o |
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