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Hopelessly In Love

by Richard

0.1819 − 0.4891i

Drawing the boundary…

Lover of Music to his Pianoforte

by Leigh Hunt

0.1955 − 0.4693i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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Hopelessly In Love

by Richard

I'll be by your side no matter what
You fill my heart with so much joy
Nothing ever can this feeling destroy
Your kiss sets my soul on fire
Our love burns brighter, reaching higher

You captivate me, hypnotize
I'm lost in your mesmerizing eyes
Your smile lights up the darkest night
I never want this feeling to take flight

'Cause I'm hopelessly, helplessly in love
Can't get enough of your tender touch
Your embrace is my safe haven above
I'll be by your side no matter what

You fill my heart with so much joy
Nothing ever can this feeling destroy
Your kiss sets my soul on fire
Our love burns brighter, reaching higher

Without you I'm lost, adrift at sea
You're the only one who sets me free
You're my beginning, my end, my all
Into your arms I'll always fall

And in this world, it's you and me
A love so strong, it's destiny
Through every storm and brightest day
In your arms is where I'll stay

Lover of Music to his Pianoforte

by Leigh Hunt

Oh friend, whom glad or grave we seek, 
Heaven-holding shrine! 
I ope thee, touch thee, hear thee speak, 
And peace is mine. 
No fairy casket full of bliss,
Out-values thee: 
Love only, wakened with a kiss, 
More sweet may be.

To thee, when our full hearts o'erflow
In griefs or joys,
Unspeakable emotions owe
A fitting voice: 
Mirth flies to thee, and Love's unrest,
And Memory dear. 
And Sorrow, with his tightened breast,
Comes for a tear.

Oh since few joys of human mould
Thus wait us still, 
Thrice blessed be thine, thou gentle fold
Of peace at will. 
No change, no sullenness, no cheat,
In thee we find; 
Thy saddest voice is ever sweet, —
Thine answer, kind.

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