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Posted by Leemi on August 15, 2011 in comfort zone, inLove, Love, personal.
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Ships that pass in the night,
and speak each other in passing,
Only a signal shown,
and a distant voice in the darkness;
So on the ocean of life,
we pass and speak one another,
Only a look and a voice,
then darkness again and a silence.
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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The Contract
I gave myself to him,
And took himself for pay.
The solemn contract of a life
Was ratified this way
The value might disappoint,
Myself a poorer prove
Than this my purchaser suspect,
The daily own of Love
Depreciates the sight;
But, 'til the merchant buy,
Still fabled, in the isles of spice
The subtle cargoes lie.
At least, 'tis mutual risk,
Some found it mutual gain;
Sweet debt of Life, each night to owe,
Insolvent, every noon
-Emily Dickinson
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