She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
— She Walks in Beauty, Lord Byron (George Gordon)
Have you ever liked someone so much, that you just wanted to squeeze and squeeze them forever? Your feelings of fondness are nearly too hard to express, so you just squeeze and squeeze and maybe, you might squeal a little. I squeeze him so often, it’s become this thing. We squeeze each other and I make the same squeeze noise I always make and he makes his own weird noise in response.
take your time.
you are coming