I will never forget what you did.Nothing of it.I will remember all what we did.Everything of it.I will believe in what I do.Even in the fact that I still love you.
Looking up.Right into your eyes.Seeing your smile.At once butterflies.Smiling back.Then turn away.Does this mean anything?That you're looking outside.And try to hide your grin?Because I do it too.But I'm the one,Who still loves you.
My heart says I'm rightMy head says I'm wrong.My heart yearns for you.My head yearns for you being gone.My heart likes to stay.My head likes to leave.Decided to forget you:My head's free, my heart can't breathe.
It's hurting.When she's sitting between us,It's like we're strangers.When she's touching your skin,It's like you're in love with her.When she's stroking your hair,It's like she belongs to you.When you talk about her,You're smiling the whole time,Like you can't think of anything else.When she talks about you,It sounds like,You deserve someone better than me.And when I tell you,There's this happy smile on your face.It's hurting so much.
Jolt of market-carts ;Steady drip of horses' hoofs on hard pavement ;A black sky lacquered over with blueness,And the lights of Battersea BridgePricking pale in the dawn.The beautiful hours are passingAnd still you sleep !Tired heart of my joy.Incurved upon your dreams.Will the day come before you have opened to me ?
One Life of so much Consequence!Yet I -- for it -- would pay --My Soul's entire income --In ceaseless -- salary --One Pearl -- to me -- so signal --That I would instant dive --Although -- I knew -- to take it --Would cost me -- just a life!The Sea is full -- I know it!That -- does not blur my Gem!It burns -- distinct from all the row --Intact -- in Diadem!The life is thick -- I know it!Yet -- not so dense a crowd --But Monarchs -- are perceptible --Far down the dustiest Road!
Come, my Celia, let us proveWhile we may the sports of love;Time will not be ours forever,He at length our good will sever.Spend not then his gifts in vain;Suns that set may rise again,But if once we lose this light,'Tis with us perpetual night.Why should we defer our joys?Fame and rumour are but toys.Cannot we delude the eyesOf a few poor household spies?Or his easier ears beguile,So removed by our wile?'Tis no sin love's fruits to steal;But the sweet theft to reveal,