Tuesday, February 24, 2009
" Dear God, ; 9:40 AM "
O, my love is like a red, red rose,
That is newly sprung in June.
O, my
love is like the melody,
That is sweetly played in tune.
As fair are
you, my lovely lass,
So deep in love am I,
And I will love you still, my
Dear,
Till all the seas go dry.
Till all the seas go dry, my Dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun!
O I will love you still, my Dear,
While the sands of life shall run.
And fare you well, my only Love,
And fare you well a while!And I will come again, my Love,
Although it
were ten thousand mile!
If I can memorise dance choreo. I can get this. Ohmy. Dr. Maha is making me memorise that solo to recite in class. "Might come handy in 20 years time"
ERM. HAHA. I'll be 34 when you next hear me recite that? :D IDK! It's a guy to girl thing, not a girl to guy thing. If i called some guy "bonnie lass" I think he'd run away.
Not only that...
This too.
Earth has not anything to show more fair
Dull would he be of soul who could
pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty;
This City now doth,like a
garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers,
domes, theaters, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more
beautifully steep
In his first splendor, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er
saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is
lying still!
Rah. Get a headstart my friennnnd.
LeSigh!
