viernes, 13 de marzo de 2009

LoVe

Is love a fancy, or a feeling? No.
It is immortal as immaculate Truth,
'Tis not a blossom shed as soon as youth,
Drops from the stem of life--for it will grow,
In barren regions, where no waters flow,
Nor rays of promise cheats the pensive gloom.
A darkling fire, faint hovering o'er a tomb,
That but itself and darkness nought doth show,
It is my love's being yet it cannot die,
Nor will it change, though all be changed beside;
Though fairest beauty be no longer fair,
Though vows be false, and faith itself deny,
Though sharp enjoyment be a suicide,
And hope a spectre in a ruin bare.

soneto VII


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2 comentarios:

Sereno dijo...

vine!, ya vi que andas fashion jejeje. un saludote.

°°Elizabeth°° dijo...

Chika, mil gracias por tus comments, por tu luz, y mil, mil por pasar por mi blog! yo seguire visitando el tuyo prometo no perderte el hilo!

!que tenga buen puente!!!!