O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head
As is a winged messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
Finish the last 2 lines of this blurb from a play, and Ill love you forever.
No time for a daily Philip today, tommorow for sure
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head
As is a winged messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
Finish the last 2 lines of this blurb from a play, and Ill love you forever.
No time for a daily Philip today, tommorow for sure
and sails upon the bosom of the air.
will u love me forever? *wink *wink
ur too sweet................read my journal comment...