martes, 3 de marzo de 2009


Best type of love is that who wakes the soul up and makes us aspire for more.
It ignites ours hearts and peace brings us to the mind.
This is that you have given me and that I was waiting to give you always.

Here the frailest leaves of me and yet my strongest lasting,
Here I shade and hide my thoughts, I myself do not expose them,
And yet they expose me more than all my other poems.

SOMETIMES with one I love, I fill myself with rage, for fear I effuse unreturn’d love;
But now I think there is no unreturn’d love—the pay is certain, one way or another;
(I loved a certain person ardently, and my love was not return’d;
Yet out of that, I have written these songs.)

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