There isn't much that I can say to those who visit my site except that this is part of myself that I am sharing to the world. It may not always be pleasing to the eyes, nor will it always be heavy in the heart - but I dare wish you read it with the kindness, but also with rationality and maturity. My most pleasant and sincerest thanks for, at the very least, taking interest in what I may have to offer.
For some odd reason, this poem has been running in my head since last Saturday. A grade three poem my mom made me memorize for class, that has remained with me for almost two decades.
Break of Day
by John Donne
STAY, O sweet, and do not rise ; The light that shines comes from thine eyes ; The day breaks not, it is my heart, Because that you and I must part. Stay, or else my joys will die, And perish in their infancy.