'Ah, my heart! her eyes and she Have taught thee new astrology. Howe'er Love's native hours were set Whatever starry synod met, 'Tis in the mercy of her eye, If poor Love shall live or die' Crashaw |
Next to Never From the distance, not far ahead I see my beloved, the one I adore She's like the Butterfly that kisses the flower without "goodbye", drift away with the wind Still I wait for your return I see you never So shall the kiss last forever |
So sweet a face, such angel grace |
It takes more than love to make it through |