Doubt you if, in some such moment,
As she fixed me, she felt clearly,
Ages past the soul existed,
Here an age tis resting merely,
And hence fleets again for ages,
While the true end, sole and single,
It stops here for is, this love-way,
With some other soul to mingle?
Else it loses what it lived for,
And eternally must lose it;
Better ends may be in prospect,
Deeper blisses (if you choose it),
But this lifes end and this love-bliss
Have been lost here.
Doubt you whether
This she felt as, looking at me,
Mine and her souls rushed together?
Robert Browning
As she fixed me, she felt clearly,
Ages past the soul existed,
Here an age tis resting merely,
And hence fleets again for ages,
While the true end, sole and single,
It stops here for is, this love-way,
With some other soul to mingle?
Else it loses what it lived for,
And eternally must lose it;
Better ends may be in prospect,
Deeper blisses (if you choose it),
But this lifes end and this love-bliss
Have been lost here.
Doubt you whether
This she felt as, looking at me,
Mine and her souls rushed together?
Robert Browning
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maddfishy:
Sending some MASSIVE love and hugs to you princess. Love ya loads xxxx
floyd:
i hope the new year treats you well!