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It's funny how we set qualifications for the right person to love, meanwhile, in the back of our minds, we know the person we'll
truly love will be an exception! sweatdrop


Under the blue skies of his native land
He languished and began to fade. . .
Until surely there flew without a sound
Above me, his young shade.
But there stretches between us an uncrossable line;
In vain my feelings I tried to awaken.
The lips that brought the news were made of stone,
And I listened like a stone, unshaken.
So this is he for whom my soul once burned
In the tense and heavy fire,
Obsessed, exhausted, driven out of my mind
By tenderness and desire!
Where are the torments? Where is love? Alas!
For the unreturning days'
Sweet memory and for the poor credulous
Shade, I find no lament, no tears. cry

lol whee just making stuff up whee lol