*Sigh*

[Effigy]

Alas my darlin
Seems I ran you off
With my lack of poetry
or prose, such a loss
Maybe April can come
And convert me some more
So I'm ready for next time
To even the score

 

[sigh]

Good god. Let's get all dramatic, shall we?

I have to put my son to bed. Life is boring that way sometimes.

 

[april-wine]

a deep and gentle breath
warm and soft across my lips
smiles and tears
love and laughter
who is this sweet girl
of which we yearn
sigh from within
sigh

 

[LukkyKnight]

To Amoret: The Sigh
Henry Vaughan

Nimble sigh, on thy warm wings,
Take this message and depart;
Tell Amoret, that smiles and sings,
At what thy airy voyage brings,
That thou cam'st lately from my heart.

Tell my lovely foe that I
Have no more such spies to send,
But one or two that I intend,
Some few minutes ere I die,
To her white bosom to commend.

Then whisper by that holy spring,
Where for her sake I would have died,
Whilst those water-nymphs did bring
Flowers to cure what she had tried;
And of my faith and love did sing.

That if my Amoret, if she
In after-times would have it read,
How her beauty murder'd me,
With all my heart I will agree,
If she'll but love me, being dead.

 

[april-wine]

To Amoret: The Sigh
Henry Vaughan

Nimble sigh, on thy warm wings,
Take this message and depart;
Tell Amoret, that smiles and sings,
At what thy airy voyage brings,
That thou cam'st lately from my heart.

Tell my lovely foe that I
Have no more such spies to send,
But one or two that I intend,
Some few minutes ere I die,
To her white bosom to commend.

Then whisper by that holy spring,
Where for her sake I would have died,
Whilst those water-nymphs did bring
Flowers to cure what she had tried;
And of my faith and love did sing.

That if my Amoret, if she
In after-times would have it read,
How her beauty murder'd me,
With all my heart I will agree,
If she'll but love me, being dead.

Show off........

 

[Effigy]

April, you're supposed to be converting here

Sigh
Sigh with love
Sigh from above
kiss from below
Float on the air
Sigh from above
Sigh with love
Sigh

 

[april-wine]

S - small but powerful
I - incredibly sexy
G - gracious
H - heart of gold

 

[april-wine]

D.H. Lawrence (1885–1930). New Poems. 1916.

15. Sigh No More



THE CUCKOO and the coo-dove’s ceaseless calling,
Calling,
Of a meaningless monotony is palling
All my morning’s pleasure in the sun-fleck-scattered wood.

May-blossom and blue bird’s-eye flowers falling, Falling
In a litter through the elm-tree shade are scrawling
Messages of true-love down the dust of the high-road.

I do not like to hear the gentle grieving,
Grieving
Of the she-dove in the blossom, still believing
Love will yet again return to her and make all good.

When I know that there must ever be deceiving,
Deceiving
Of the mournful constant heart, that while she’s weaving
Her woes, her lover woos and sings within another wood.

Oh, boisterous the cuckoo shouts, forestalling,
Stalling
A progress down the intricate enthralling
By-paths where the wanton-headed flowers doff their hood.

And like a laughter leads me onward, heaving,
Heaving
A sigh among the shadows, thus retrieving
A decent short regret for that which once was very good.

 

[april-wine]

by William Butler Yeats

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

 

[LukkyKnight]

Show off........

You've kept up nicely.

 

[sigh]

sigh...

 

[Gusty Wind]

.

 

[Effigy]

Of course, sigh.