The wild winter wind blows down the hills and across the glens. It bites my face fiercely with a nettle-like sting, but the feeling is negligible, because as each gust blows, it blows me closer, closer to your door. Inside the fire burns in the hearth and in my heart and the flickering flames light …
Love is like the wind, It blows into emptiness And plants the seeds That grow into happiness.
I am not yours, not lost in you, Not lost, although I long to be Lost as a candle lit at noon, Lost as a snowflake in the sea. You love me, and I find you still A spirit beautiful and bright, Yet I am I, who long to be Lost as a light is …
When the crimson rose has faded And our day at last is done; In the forest dark and shaded Blows the tempest, dims the sun. When the night holds us together Shall forgiveness mend the past Will despair bring sunny weather And heal our hearts at last? If we hide within the shadows Will you …
In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, long ago. Christina Rossetti
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