She walks in beauty by Lord Byron She walks in Beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to the tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear, their dwelling-place. And on that cheeck, and o'er that brow, So soft, so clam, so eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent! When my love comes around, and gives me a chance to love her... I love her in this way... And give my all to her.... And treat her in the way that the poem states.... When will it be? Lolz XD
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The Imprefect one... Nigel
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psalm 27:4
let my heartbeat be my heart's cry let me live to serve your call
in my life, Your will be done
