My heart was red, until it became Grey.
My sun was bright, until it lost it's ray.
I watched you with my teary eyes
I could hear your whispers telling me goodbyes. ...
Heart to heart!
And the stillness of night and the moonlight, like hushed breathing
Silently, stealthily moving across thy hair!
O womanly face!
Tender and strong and lucent with infinite feeling,
Shrinking with startled joy, like wind-struck water,
And yet so frank, so unashamed of love!
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