It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes! – that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Love-
From the moment I saw you, I knew…
No, this is not right
I looked into your eyes and my heart…
Not right.
Hold my hand, take me to the sunset
Bad…

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Dear Jack:

I thought I was going to be the only one posting on my thread. Thank you for honoring my thread. I just wrote to you on Saiisha’s thread and thought it may be disruptive there. Here is what I wrote there:

“Dear Jack:

Sometimes trees fall on the private and county roads and people are stuck here, and often during high wind the power is out, for hours or longer. The other day a tree fell as I walked by, almost hit me. Before moving here, I thought A Tree falling in a forest was a philosophical scenario (does it make a sound if no one hears it, the tree, when it falls)- I didn’t know trees actually fall in the forest and better watch out.

Anyway, Jack, if you would like to visit… “Jack Visits the Country”, that would be the story. Or “Jack meet Elk”. I can see a book of short stories I will write upon such a visit. How about “Jack in the Forest”. And an epilogue:” If-a Tree falls in a forest and Jack heard it, did it really fall?”

Back to the love poems, the third one, i wrote, by the way. i am quite impressed with myself and I am not fishing for compliments for it. I just complimented myself: quite creative, anita, way to go\!

Oh, what a lovely love poem you wrote, Jack, not as witty and rhyming as the others but sweet. Child like, not childish, revealing to me the innocent, lovable jack. “It mean I would cry if he/she died.” These are the words of the inner child Jack, is my feel of it.

By the way, I drank plenty of coffee and I am in big trouble regarding possibilities of sleeping tonight…I am quite fidgety.

anita