(6 March 1806 – 29 June 1861 / Durham / England)

Do I

Do I?
Do I talk to him when he talks to me?
Is he really what he says he is or am i being played.
I will probabaly never meet him and yet he will explain himself to me and lay it all down.
Am i crazy or is this right?
Am i right is this the game of life?
How deep is his soul as deep as the ocean he lives by or the shallow pool he swims in.
Why i dont want to cry when i find it is all a lie is he real.
I am to insecure to tell.
Can you help me farther than his dark eyes to the end of the world where curiosity lies.
Does he lie?

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Be changed, or change for thee, —and love, so wrought, May be unwrought so. Neither love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry, — A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby! great and great and great great write 10+++++++++++++
Tis a very beautiful display of affection yet many don't know why i cry even though thy am shy
All the things are difficult before easy
For John
Beautiful portrayal of the essence of true love - a mighty spiritual experience that affects one profoundly.
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