Thou art my heart, and I shiver at the knowing.
Thou art my soul, and I linger on because of it.
Thou art my better, and I wish forever with thee.
Thou art my best beloved, and I cannot be apart.
Thou art more to me than thee canst know:
Thus I bid you, dearest-
Don't go.
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 3:50 AM UTC
Thou art my heart, and I shiver at the knowing.
Thou art my soul, and I linger on because of it.
Thou art my better, and I wish forever with thee.
Thou art my best beloved, and I cannot be apart.
Thou art more to me than thee canst know:
Thus I bid you, dearest-
Don't go.
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