Do you ? A past few weeks Dreaming about you With a star With a moon With everything i do. Missing you, Like want to keep into a box, again, Without knowing the feeling is bigger, Even before you existed, in front of me.
Charles Kingsley: A Farewell
I My fairest child, I have no song to give you; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and grey: Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. II Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long: And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.