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PoEmS

Sunday, August 27th, 2006

My true-love hath my heart and I have his,By just exchange one for the other given;I hold his dear and mine he cannot miss;There never was a better bargain driven.My true-love hath my heart and I have his,

His heart in me keeps him and me in one;My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides;He loves my heart for once it was his own,I cherish his because in me it bides.My true-love hath my heart and I have his,

Oks… that’s for my loving Hubby… the one and my only best friend in life 

And this one is one of my favorite poems ever… the second verse is so me… I used to think when will I find my? William Wordsworth who can see the violet that half hidden from the eye … then I met him… HE is now always there beside me ?

She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways
by William??Wordsworth

She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove,A maid whom there were none to praiseAnd very few to love: 

A violet by a mossy stoneHalf hidden from the eye!Fair as a star– when only oneIs shining in the sky. 

She lived unknown, and few could knowWhen Lucy ceased to be;But she is in her grave, and, oh,The difference to me!

Though Lucy was an ordinary girl there is someone who could see her in a different way, with special feeling and she lived in his heart forever though dead do them apart.