She’s gone to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp, Where, all night long, by a fire-fly lamp, She paddles her white canoe. And her fire-fly lamp I soon shall see, And her paddle I soon shall hear;
emellea 回复 @emellea: Long and loving our life shall be, And I’ll hide the maid in a cypress tree, When the footstep of death is near.
It’s just that she’s at the exact point where she really needs someone to lean on, when every one left her, she might even be unaware of this demand of hers, but I suppose there is, and I think this somewhat contributes to whatever happened to them afterwards
emellea 回复 @emellea: *whatever happened BETWEEN them👉👈
The definition of a real man is one who cries without shame, reads poetry with his heart, feels upright in his soul and does what’s necessary to defend a woman.
“If you act like a predator, they act like prey.”