"O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!"
The Hermit cross'd his brow.
"Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say—
What manner of man art thou?"

Forthwith this frame of mine was wrench'd
With a woful agony,
Which forced me to begin my tale;
And then it left me free.

Monday, August 29, 2005

segments from "home"

something in your eyes makes me want to lose myself... makes me want to lose myself in your arms... there's something in your voice, makes my heart beat fast...
if you knew how lonely my life has been, and how long i've been so alone... and if you knew how much i wanted someone to come along... and change my life the way you've done...
and if you knew how happy you're making me... i never thought that i'd love anyone so much...

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