angelndisguise's Journal

 

                                      She Walks In Beauty

by George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788-1824)

Composed June, 1814

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

 

 

 

 

 

Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
Minds innocent of quiet take
That for an hermitage;
If I have freedom in my love
And in my soul am free,
Angels alone that sore above
Enjoy such liberty.

Richard Lovelace

 

 

How different everything appears
When you get a chance to look inside
To get to know someone special
And see what they have to hide

It may be something wonderful
Something no one has seen before
And once you get a glimpse of it
You want to know if there's more

Slowly learning every little secret
Maybe of yourself you will share
What you'll see is truly special
Something pure and very rare

Difficult to open up to someone
Be sure to not put on an act
Just be yourself and no one else
Who knows how they'll react

But there is no need to be shy
Most will only ever show a few
And that's what makes it special
The secrets you keep within you

Every heart needs to open up
To tell about what's hidden deep
Trust is the most important factor
To help you take that giant leap

But it really is such a shame
Only a few will be allowed to see
The beauty that lays within thee
But thank you ..
.. for sharing with me

26.02.05
Liz Vefall

 

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