"Ocean blue eyes looking in mine
I feel like I might sink and drown and die"
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"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death."
Everyone clapped at the graceful recitation by Ariya , but there was one person who was engulfed in a daze ......
"Rahul Sharma , you're next "
"OH ! yes , sure-yeah I'll be at it in a moment "
the whole class looked at his direction as if he'd invented oxygen ( exaggerating)
but there was one person who seemed to feel his presence as a joke , who ? Ariya of course !
she smiled discreetly at his clumsiness , making sure no one saw it .....
" Yeah ! so , as I was saying , Good morning everyone ! , you may know me , but I'll introduce myself just in case , I'm Rahul Sharma , college president and a lot more but no time to mention . So today I'll be presenting a poem - "
"about -" he looked at a particular direction , very particularly at the back , where - someone was sitting - "love " he said in the most softest tone he could .
"Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—
No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever—or else swoon to death."
" this poem may seem rather simple , but it's meaning is very deep , The speaker of "Bright Star" is someone passionately, deeply in love. The poem is dedicated to describing the speaker's desire to spend eternity lying on his or her lover's breast, feeling it rise and fall as this lover breathes, without otherwise changing and moving. "
As people in their twenties tend to sexualize everything , this poem was taken in a sexual way as well and snickering and giggling could be heard around the hall
" Well , if we ignore the sexual meaning of course , this poem is very beautiful "
" that's all from me , thankyou "
everyone clapped for the lively performance .
The main bell rang and it was the end of the day , everyone started moving out of the class .
Zishaan (yes he's a character ) moved towards the last row
"Hi, you're presentation today was really nice "
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LOVE: A Scandal
RomanceTHIS STORY CONTAINS TWO PARTS part 1 : a short introduction to the characters and their past lives An Indian high school story that most of us can relate to ...... we've all done stupid things during high school , like writing your crush's name o...
