Late at night When the world goes still And the darkness of the night Dares to creep into my soul I think of you -- Of all the words we said And all the laughs we shared Your sweet, imperfect heart Beats a rhythm only I can hear Guiding me to you Like a lost child in need of love. You wanted me to reach inside my screen And pull you into my arms But all I felt is the hard smoothness of glass And an aching deep inside that...
July 1822... Percy Shelley had been reckless ignoring the storm warnings, and the violent squall would not be outrun. Moments before tumultuous waves engulfed the Don Juan and its sailors, Percy shoved a book of Keat's poems into his pocket. Most appropriately, poetry would be this Romantic poet's last thought before his death on that fateful day. Adding to the trauma of their loved ones, the uncaring sea wouldn't spit th...
Gazing out to the distant shore,Wondering from whence her comfort may come. It is my honor to aid and assist her every need. My lady,my deepest most profound respect and admiration,my duty,to complete you and compete for you,to repel your enemies,and to fulfill your needs,whatever they may be. I am here. I have been here awaitingyour request,your need, I am here. Ask and it will be my honor to honor you.I honor you by hon...
