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From: Aela Felice Villette
~All she could do, was write, express, flow page after page with words she thought could not speak out her feelings for the Night encounter of Bryon, but she wrote on, making a point to record this moment in time for all eternity.~
:~:~:Mes précieux obscurcissent l'amour:~:~:
"O`er decorated lithium I place thee apon, Sweet Angel that grants thy wish Of meeting past with lonesome kiss, Only now dost thou flee, begone.
Cry bittersweet, eyes emerald bestow, The night increased torments to pain, Delicious tis thou Mid-time gain Intense ponders shall besiege my brow.
Mak’st thine memory cease to lie, Dancing to cavort, depleting me, Die single, thine image dies with thee. Canst thou consum’st thyself in single life?
For having traffic with thyself alone, Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive Then how, when Nature calls thee to be gone, What acceptable audit canst thou leave?
Thy unus’d beauty must be tomb’d with thee, Which used, lives th’ executor to be. Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee; Till then not show my head where thou mayst prove me.
What wretched errors hath my heart committed, What potions have I drunk of Siren tears Applying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears, Dark'st days molded to me to be fitted.
Although I swear it to myself alone. And to be sure that is not false I swear, One on another’s neck, do witness bear Thy face hath the power to make love groan.
Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving: And thou shalt find it merits not reproving; But with mine compare thou thine own state.
Be it lawful I love thee, as thou lov’st in kind Who art as black as hell, as dark as night. I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, I know what beauty is, see where it lies."
~He inspired many things from her being; passion, desire, a yearning for something she had not felt in so long. Among those things she felt loved, a deeper emotion pushing through her soul and she could not stop, his thoughts haunted her like the sun. She could not stop this brush with humanity, this close encounter of beautiful passion. Bryon would be hers, or she would die trying to make it so. He can not leave her to her emptiness, for she will not go back.~