ee punye…

Hope is a thing with feathers, which perches in the soul, sings a tune without words, and never stops at all. And sweetest, in the gale, is heard and sore must be the storm that could abash the little bird that keeps so many warms. I’ve heard it in the chilliest land and on the strangest sea yet, never, in extremity it ask a crumb of me.

If we may live together

Filed under: Weblogs — queenster at 9:59 am on Tuesday, March 11, 2008

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Sayang,
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,
compare with me, your woman, if you can.
I prize your live more than whole mines of gold
or all the riches that the one does hold.
My love is such that rivers cannt quench,
no ought but the love from you give recompentence.
Your love is such I can no way repay.
The heavens reward you manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persever
that when we live no more, we may live ever.



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