qiang says: "Tenderness emerges from the fact that the two persons,
longing, as all individuals do,
to overcome the separateness and isolation
to which we are all heir because we are individuals,
can participate in a relationship that, for the moment,
is not of two isolated selves but a union."

THE WAIT

It seemed like difference of time
before I picked a bouquet of kisses
off her mouth and put them
into a dawn-colored vase in my heart.

But the wait was worth it.

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She Walks In Beauty

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 mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.


One shade more, one ray less,
Had half impair'd 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!

Lord Byron (1788-1824)