Drink to me with thine eyes.
And I will pledge with mine.
Or leave a kiss but in the cup.
And I'll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise.
Doth asj a drink divine.
But might I of Joves nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath
Not so much honouring thee.
As giving it's hope that there
It could not wither'd be;
But thou thereon didst only breathe
And sent'st it back to me
Since when its grows,and smells, I swear
Not of itself but thee!
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Diary Of My Life 💋👏
AdventureI'm Raneem this my journey and how it begins. Everyone has been through something but mine was the most difficult trip 😭💔😭 Love you all 😘🐝🌈 (True Event) 😭😭 Stay beautiful ♥️
