|And… as I was saying, it was during a rainy day in Paris and I was reading…|
|Wait a second… Are you DODGING my question?|
|I was reading…|
When weary with the long day's care,
And earthly change from pain to pain,
And lost, and ready to despair,
Thy kind voice calls me
Oh, my true friend!
I am not lone,
While then canst
with such a tone!
|* © Emily Brontë – To Imagination|
|And now you are just copy-pasting a poem from Emily Bronte to fill your bubble?!!|