Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Romance. Novel.

[Editor's Note: Yeah, that's them. I don't know why he calls her "Something Awful." She looks alright to me.]
{Author's Note: I love you something awful. There is no editor}

The world is full of orphans: firstly, those
Who are so in the strict sense of the phrase;
But many a lonely tree the loftier grows
Than others crowded in the Forest's maze. --
The next are such as are not doomed to lose
Their tender parents in their budding days,
But, merely, their parental tenderness,
Which leaves them orphans of the heart no less.
I searched the whole world for you, imperfectly. I got tired, and stood still, and you found me. I'll stand still now, until it's all over.

I don't know you yet. I don't want to know you. I want to meet you every day, over and over again. Divine Providence made me talk all the time, while you keep still, so you can stay mysterious for as long as you like. I'll never shut up, I promise.

I watch our little one sleep. He has the dreams I want. He dreams of nothing but fun. He dreams of nothing but you.

(Update: I'm silly. I didn't attribute the poem. I realize now that they don't always teach in wealthy people's colleges what they used to teach in poor people's elementary schools. Anybody recognize that?)

(In the comments: Patsy gets it right off. It's old Georgie Gordon)


Patsy said...

Recognize Byron? (I had to look it up). Or recognize that the educational system is not what it used to be? Don't let me commence.

Ruth Anne Adams said...

Was the wedding at 4 p.m. and you just raced through it? Or is that clock only right twice a day [like the one in "Back to the Future"]?

If Mrs. Cottage had ever married my Mr. Charming, they would be mysteriously bored to tears, no doubt.

Smiles for Miles!

SippicanCottage said...

Clock's right. Wedding's over.