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HeartBreak

'broken heart (or heartbreak) is a common metaphor used to describe the intense psychological pain one feels after losing a loved one, through death, divorce, or other means as in breaking up with someone or having your partner move away.' in Wikipedia

© 2008 Lord Nocturnus

A Nocturnal Reverie

Thu Apr 9, 2009, 3:29 AM
In such a night, when every louder wind
Is to its distant cavern safe confined;
And only gentle Zephyr fans his wings,
And lonely Philomel, still waking, sings;
Or from some tree, famed for the owl's delight,
She, hollowing clear, directs the wand'rer right:
In such a night, when passing clouds give place,
Or thinly veil the heav'ns' mysterious face;
When in some river, overhung with green,
The waving moon and trembling leaves are seen;
When freshened grass now bears itself upright,
And makes cool banks to pleasing rest invite,
Whence springs the woodbind, and the bramble-rose,
And where the sleepy cowslip sheltered grows;
Whilst now a paler hue the foxglove takes,
Yet checkers still with red the dusky brakes
When scattered glow-worms, but in twilight fine,
Shew trivial beauties watch their hour to shine;
Whilst Salisb'ry stands the test of every light,
In perfect charms, and perfect virtue bright:
When odors, which declined repelling day,
Through temp'rate air uninterrupted stray;
When darkened groves their softest shadows wear,
And falling waters we distinctly hear;
When through the gloom more venerable shows
Some ancient fabric, awful in repose,
While sunburnt hills their swarthy looks conceal,
And swelling haycocks thicken up the vale:
When the loosed horse now, as his pasture leads,
Comes slowly grazing through th' adjoining meads,
Whose stealing pace, and lengthened shade we fear,
Till torn-up forage in his teeth we hear:
When nibbling sheep at large pursue their food,
And unmolested kine rechew the cud;
When curlews cry beneath the village walls,
And to her straggling brood the partridge calls;
Their shortlived jubilee the creatures keep,
Which but endures, whilst tyrant man does sleep;
When a sedate content the spirit feels,
And no fierce light disturbs, whilst it reveals;
But silent musings urge the mind to seek
Something, too high for syllables to speak;
Till the free soul to a composedness charmed,
Finding the elements of rage disarmed,
O'er all below a solemn quiet grown,
Joys in th' inferior world, and thinks it like her own:
In such a night let me abroad remain,
Till morning breaks, and all's confused again;
Our cares, our toils, our clamors are renewed,
Or pleasures, seldom reached, again pursued.

Anne Finch

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Love:
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Dear Amdis,

If you have this book in hand it’s because the time to open has come... My lady, you’ll now know a little more of what I could never show you. There are so many roses scattered in this fortress, and each one is a piece of our love.

You know that the life of a vampire is dark and icy as an empty tomb. It is an existence that echoes in loneliness, restricted to blood and evil ... There is no love. There is hunger, desire and pleasure. No friends, just allies and enemies.

At least there was before I found you... before I made you one of my allies, my lover. Beatrice could never know of our affair ... I feel guilty for what I did, but I do not feel desire or any attraction for her. She was imposed to me by his father due to a miserable favor. I never touch her nor do I ever wanted to do it. But my feelings for you are something quite different. If I'm in love? Maybe. It is difficult to admit it, I was not created to love, but to kill, to make my kind proud...

However, the destiny was changed after I bring you here, but the wait was too long and anxiety seemed to consume me, the silence made me crazy, but now my existence has become a little more satisfactory. So, nothing makes my heart more broken than thinking that this place where I have to go could be my last address...

I wish to find you soon.

Always yours,
Nocturnus

With permission of: =LadyAmdis
Original: here

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    ~StephenieMorgan Jun 27, 2009, 2:27:55 AM
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    Thank you so much:rose::heart:

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    =aphostol Jun 8, 2009, 10:56:26 AM
    thanks for the favs =D

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    ~UmbraDeNoapte Apr 7, 2009, 10:34:12 AM
    thank you for the fav:wave:

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    =aphostol Apr 6, 2009, 9:38:11 AM
    Thanks so much for the favs !!!

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