

Midnight romanceUnder the light of the full moon I stand there to await the call of my beloved, where is he? Does he know where I am, or what I am doing? Is he somewhere howling at the moon while his hair stands on end? I wonder when he will come by my beloved, oh how I long to be in his arms How I long for him to hold me tight, hold me close to him As I look in the distance I see him, what is he doing? Where has he been Don't know all that really matters is that he's here with me It's midnight at the cemetary, it's cold and damp I wonder if he's as happy as I am tonight, I wonder if he finds it asMidnight romance


The Face of the MoonHow can it be that my empty days are still haunted by your face?The Face of the Moon
You left me alone with no memories of you but your pure face
So long had I not known any affection for you, but you endured Time had long coveted those enchanting features that graced your face
For your return, I am driven mad and to the Heavens implore
Return to me, my lost one, I long to see your long-ignored face
All that I have left of you is this portrait to mournfully adore It sits on my lonely bedroom floor, taunting me with your poor face
The winds whisper lowly to me your Heaven-blessed nam
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People living deeply have no fear of death.- Anais Nin
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We need to be the change we wish to see in the world.- Mohandas K. Gandhi
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When Life does not find a singer to sing her heart she produces a philosopher to speak her mind.- Kahlil Gibran
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