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••• Tuesday, February 14, 2006


Sonnet of the Moon
LOOK how the pale queen of the silent night
Doth cause the ocean to attend upon her,
And he, as long as she is in his sight,
With her full tide is ready her to honor.
But when the silver waggon of the moon
Is mounted up so high he cannot follow,
The sea calls home his crystal waves to moan,
And with low ebb doth manifest his sorrow.
So you that are the sovereign of my heart
Have all my joys attending on your will;
My joys low-ebbing when you do depart,
When you return their tide my heart doth fill.
So as you come and as you do depart,
Joys ebb and flow within my tender heart.

Charles Best

May love find you. ::smooch::

::I took that picture of the moon this morning while my dog went poo. It's my Heart Day gift to you.::
# posted by Marcia @ 5:52 PM


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