Where stars are not, yet the night is light,
You have my thought, though not quite bright.
Your face to me is blurred, and mearly a shadow,
My heart longs to be captured, and filled will a fluttering rapture,
Oh my dear one, I wait for thee.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
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About Me
- singinkaligal
- A young Opera student, attempting to love God and people, while trying to stay head-in-head with the artistic world.