Our fingers were clasped with the clasp of a friend, Each bosom rebounded with youthful delight, We were foremost to honour and strong to defend, And Heaven, beholding, was charmed at the sight.
We were friends, and the warmest of friends, he and I, Each glance was a language that broke from the heart, No cloudlet swept over the realm of the sky, And beneath it we swore that we never would part.
Around us the pine-crested mountains were piled, The sward in the vale was as down to the feet, The far-rolling woodlands were pathless and wild, And Nature was garbed in a grandeur complete.
Am I Alive, or am I dead? Is this all just a dream inside my head? I feel like I’m losing my grip. Quick say something, anything before I slip. Nightmares slowly creeping. Has he finally come to do the
The very essence of love is uncertain, A relentless thumping of the heart. I must speak to you by such means as they are within my reach. He pierces my soul driving me into madness. I am half agony, half
The moon awaits eagerly in the same pedestal it ignited my passion. What lips, my lips have kissed, are long forgotten. The memories easily quickened as a few puddles along the way I voluntarily stepped in. What arms have lain