Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
Days of absence, sad and dreary,
Clothed in sorrow's dark array, -
Days of absence, I am weary;
She I love is far away. Not that Far.. But still Not near...
Friday, October 9, 2009
Your Absence..
Posted by WonderBoy at Friday, October 09, 2009
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