Be blessed my friend, this day, and those that follow.
She Walks in Beauty
by Lord Byron
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meets in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face,
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,—
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.
Awww...you make me smile and cry and laugh, all at the same time! I love you, Booful...you have taught me the meaning of feminine grace...the soft, fluid, lacy, sexy, nurturing shell around the ethical and spiritual iron at your core. You are woman...you are goddess...and I am blessed to have you in my heart and in my life.
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