fantasie

I’m not a Petrarchan lover; I am a melancholy inamorata. I’m not a woman; I am a lady. I’m not a teacher; I am a facilitator. I’m not everything; I am something. I’m not self-indulgent; I am self-pitying. I’m not narcissistic; I am just suffering from inferiority complex. I’m not lonely; I am just forlorn. I’m not jealous; I am just envious. I’m not angry; I am just resentful. I’m not a bad person; I am just human.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.I never know what the future brings But I know you are here with me now We’ll make it through And I hope you are the one I share my life with ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven -William Butler YeatsHad I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. - This lovely poem brought tears to my eyes. Although Yeats doesn't mention who the poem is for, I filled in the gaps with my dreams of a special someone...