not like a victorius prodigal triumphant person, but someone who has just realised that amongst the many supports you give up when you are in the first flushes of a deliriously happy relationship is the poor anonymous blog -
now that the delirium is over and replaced by horrible emptiness and aching bleeding hearts, i must return , and amonst the easiest to get back to is the poor anonymous blog - the others may not be so forgiving or sympathetic but hey the blog welcomes back anyone with a password right
now only if the door back to normalcy had a password too
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When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste;
Then can I drown an eye (unused to flow)
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe,
And moan th'expense of many a vanished sight.
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoanèd moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee (dear friend)
All losses are restored, and sorrows end.
SONNET 30
~w
ha ha.. funy yet very true indeed
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