Shy one, shy one,
Shy one of my heart,
She moves in the firelight
Pensively apart.
She carries in the dishes,
And lays them in a row.
To an isle in the water
With her would I go.
She carries the candles,
And lights the curtained room,
Shy in the doorway
And shy in the gloom;
And shy as a rabbit,
Helpful and shy.
To an isle in the water
With her would I fly.
-William Butler Yeats- "Crossways"
*Sigh* isn't it just such a romantic poem? I know what your thinking.. whats so romantic about a guy watching some girl clean up after dinner and go about her evening house work... but come on.. he watching her in her everyday and wishing to take her away with him to an Isle...where they can be happy and free... Nothing like good poetry to make a person smile
Comment and e-mail k? SO lonely writing to myself all the time
Are you even reading? Hello? HELLO???
XoXo
C
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