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A cheerful party were met in the drawing room of Delme. Clarendon Gage, a neighbouring land proprietor, to whom Emily had for a twelvemonth been betrothed, had the night previous returned from a continental tour. In consequence, Emily looked especially radiant, Delme much pleased, and Clarendon superlatively happy. Nor must we pass over Mrs. Glenallan, Miss Delme's worthy aunt, who had supplied the place of a mother to Emily, and who now sat in her accustomed chair, with an almost sunny brow, quietly pursuing her monotonous tambouring. At times she turned to admire her niece, who occasionally walked to the glass window, to caress and feed an impudent white peacock; which one moment strutted on the wide terrace, and at another lustily tapped for his bread at ne of the lower panes. "I am glad to see you looking so well, Clarendon!" "And I can return the compliment, Delme! Few, looking at you now, would take you for an old campaigner." The style of feature in Delme and Clarendon was very dissimilar. Sir Henry was many years Gage's senior; but his manly bearing, and dark decided features, would bear a contrast with even the tall and elegant, although slight form of Clarendon. The latter was very fair, and what we are accustomed to call English-looking. His hair almost, but not quite, flaxen, hung in thick curls over his forehead, and would have given an effeminate expression to the face, were it not for the peculiar flash of the clear blue eye. "Come! Clarendon," said Emily, "I will impose a task. You have written twice in my album; once, years ago, and the second time on the eve of our parting. Come! you shall read us both effusions, and then write a sonnet to our happy meeting. Would that dear George were here now!" Gage took up the book. It was a moderately-sized volume, bound in crimson velvet. It was the fashion to keep albums then. It glittered not in a binding of azure and gold, nor were its momentous secrets enclosed by one of Bramah's locks. The Spanish proverb says, "Tell me who you are with, and I will tell you what you are." Ours, in that album age, used to be, "Show me your scrap book, I will tell you your character." Emily's was not one commencing with-- "I never loved a dear gazelle!"
That's what made are first conversation. I remember those night when we wanted to see eachother Id sneek you in at 4am You would wait outside in the cold just to come see me That is love. I loved how you are my first boyfriend in high school and first boyfriend I took to meet my family. I loved that you were my first valentine! Your the best thing that happened in my lifetime. You are my only love and my only one When you first kissed me It only felt like we belonged Your the only one that I want forever so Please stick around and make this Love last forever.
Deep down inside The only way we found out is when we'd hangout With your family and friends late at night Staying up and having a good time. I remember the first thing I said to you when I talked to you... "I really like your eyelashes" I remember when we both told eachother "I think I like you"... In the back of your brothers car I remember you were wearing a 311 shirt
To see the fun both you and I had I cant wait to see what the future brings us inside We have memories that take up days and nights But only between you and I It was all a blurr when I set my brown eyes upon you Id only wish I had the guts to step up and talk to you Who would have know We were both shy But had a thing for eachother
our love is so sweet Your love is so nice I couldn't never live without you by my side My love has grown stronger for you over these Past few nights 10 months gone by to quickly and fast If I had one wish it be to Take em back,
If love takes a human form, It will be like you for sure. Beautiful enough to take the world by charm, Being so erratic n yet so pure. Walking on the empty streets, Your moves assure some feral trance. I hear an echo of the divine beats, And lose myself in the captivating dance. The ravishing beauty of your candid eyes, Makes me feel as if i am drowned. Forever in the jinx, I tend to reprise, My love for you, without a sound. You speak in way to melt my heart, Heck!! my ears are unable to get a word. Your mellifluous voice like a living art, Meant to embrace, not to be heard. The background dissolves in your elysian mien, I try to gain my senses back. But loving the feel and not so keen, I remain vulnerable to the love-bug attack. Your presence gives me moments to cherish, I think, despite of the wretched fact. Love is to live and not to perish, I play this dumb and goofy act.
Or the eyes eager for, a sweet little smile? Or the fulfillment of desires, achieved through others deed? Or are they God’s puppets bond together awaiting destiny? Or one's sacrifice retains the life of the other? Love is a facet of emotions, quenching desires for miles, one can rest a while, in the shelter of thy dear Love!
What does Love mean? Every heart beats while uttering the word ‘Love’. All literature sources kept wondering for years to define it. Let’s find together how Love fulfills our awaiting desires. Is it a physical charm of, beautiful lips and rosy cheeks? Or a mental peace to share, each other’s feelings?
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