I love green tea with honey, anything that smells like cinnamon or vanilla, music, books, writing, ballet, fashion, photography, art, candles, nights on the couch under a blanket watching pride & prejudice, cuddling, sweet and gentle kisses, helping people and cheering them up, children, cute old people holding hands walking in the park, my little book of secrets, and most of all I am completely in love with Love.
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When I am Dead, My Dearest by Christina Rossetti
“When I am dead my dearest, sing no sad song for me, Plant thou no roses at my head, nor shady cypress tree. See the green grass above me with showers and dewdrops wet, And if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain, I shall not hear the nightingale sing on as if in pain. And dreaming throughout the twilight that doth not rise nor set, Hap’ly will remember, and happily will forget”.
Rest by Christina Rossetti
O EARTH, lie heavily upon her eyes;
Seal her sweet eyes weary of watching, Earth;
Lie close around her; leave no room for mirth
With its harsh laughter, nor for sound of sighs.
She hath no questions, she hath no replies,
Hush’d in and curtain’d with a blessed dearth
Of all that irk’d her from the hour of birth;
With stillness that is almost Paradise.
Darkness more clear than noonday holdeth her,
Silence more musical than any song;
Even her very heart has ceased to stir:
Until the morning of Eternity
Her rest shall not begin nor end, but be;
And when she wakes she will not think it long.
