by sunil on November 24, 2017

My voice for you is languid, low and light,
Troubling the silence of the dark, late night.
A sullen candle at the pillow’s verge
Glows; and my verses murmurously merge
And gush; the brooks of love flow full of you
And in the darkness that your eyes shine through
To smile at me, there are the sounds I hear:
I’m yours….I’m yours….my dear…my only dear.

~ Aleksandr Pushkin, Night

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