Her

May 27, 2008 at 12:52 am · Filed under Poetry, Travel

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meets in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow’d to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies

 

 

 

I was minding my own business, ensconced in reading a journal, my eyes downcast when I met Her. My life has not yet returned to normal. She occupies my thoughts.

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