Mar 21 2005
The Angel
I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne’er beguiled!
And I wept both night and day,
And he wiped my tears away;
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart’s delight.
So he took his wings, and fled;
Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten-thousand shields and spears.
Soon my Angel came again;
I was armed, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head.
u said it .. it is only a deram
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ohhh~so sweet n\’ sad!
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great
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Sexyy Tiimeee
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Sexyy Tiimeee
ABSOLUTELY PERFECT- :roll
😡 😡 😡 😡 😡 😡 😡 😡 😡 this poem melted my pants. iv never felt this good. but it is good. o so good. i hope this poem changes your life the way it has changes mine i can finaly come out to my parents and feel free!
Really, its difficult to understand a girls heart and even more difficult to win her confidence. Thats why poet itself becomes a mainden queen and feel like a what i mention above.
The best choice who exercises power with honor will continue to work from within, applying himself.
Do a lot more than is needed. Exactly what is the distance between somebody that achieves their set goals consistently and people who spend their lives and careers merely following? Further.
^_^ i lyk the ,,,,messege can u do me a revealing poem of love……….thankz,,,,,,,,,,
What a beautiful expression of the tears that come from love. Not so much sadness rather more a complexity of what can only be love.
Life passes by. We put up guards and our angel doesn’t recognize us being so defensive. That’s our angel’s vision.