O Mistress Mine
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.What is love? 'Tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies not plenty;
Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.-William ShakespeareEvery Night I sit outside. I sit staring into the beautiful night. I stare into the sky, staring at the stars and moon, watching them reveal the true beauty of the night, listening to sitting on the moon, Imagining the love of my life dancing....dancing so passionately in a field of grass, under the stars and moon. The wind blowing around us, so soothingly........feeling the serge that pass through my body. My mind clear of worries, pain, and suffering. As I watch her dance I sit on the ground....watching her move her body as if it was art. Her mind clear of everything.....as she dances MY HEART PUMPS FASTER AND FASTER AND FASTER AND FASTER....FEELING MY BLOOD RUSHING THROUGH MY VEINS FILLED WITH HAPPINES, FILLED WITH EXCITEMENT. As she dances, the wind dances with her, the moon shines upon her, the stars sparkle in her eyes.
