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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required ‘Tis You’ It’s a tempestuous, wuthering, wuthering day as I set forth exuberant and merrily on my way. I pause to hearken to the symphony of sound as natures harmony plays and swirls all around. Ignited flaming thoughts to fill a love sonnet as I march on and grasp my dishevelled bonnet. Singing with a lilt - the moors copious with heather, I am blown to and fro like a weightless feather. I hither towards the midst of my burning desire; Longing making my feet rapid as if on fire. If I was today my sweet love, my kiss to miss, Nay - I must not surrender and think only bliss. Romance - oh the seductiveness of it all! Cascading down upon me like a waterfall. Each rising, descent, of the sun as day goes down, Submerged in his love I rhapsodically drown. Since thine I have always pledged to forever be, My ravenous eyes shall only seek to find thee. I surge on until the glorious sight that I behold appears suddenly before me like a treasure of gold. The apparition manifests and it seems to glisten as I catch my breath through squally weather to listen. A tuneful, loud whistle from a source closest to my heart, A call for lovers to reunite - no longer apart. I knew my love would come being no creator of sorrow, And I shall yearn again for him till it be morrow. Thou art more to me than my own self - all life together; He of sun-rays, moonbeams, his divine light altogether. Joyful musical notes, a bonnet, in the wind left behind, As I cry out ‘tis you’ and in loving arms, myself, I find.
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