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her heart is saccharine like sugar , a liquid gold too softened to solidify . ᵃⁿᵍᵉˡˢ & ᵈᵉᵐᵒⁿˢ . ᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ˀ ʰᵃˢ ᵍᵒᵈ ᵇᵉˢᵗᵒʷᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ʳᵒˢʸ ᵖᵉʳˢᵖᵉᶜᵗᶦᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ˀ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵉᵃʳˢ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ˡᵉⁿˢᵉˢ ᵒⁿ ˢᵖᵉᶜᵗᵃᶜˡᵉˢ . ❝ may i sit with you , my darling jem ? ᵐʸ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ’ˢ ᵍᵃᶻᵉ ʰᵃˢ ᵍʳᵒʷⁿ ᵗᶦʳᵉˢᵒᵐᵉ & ᶦ ᵃᵐ ᵗᶦʳᵉᵈ ᵒᶠ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰᶦⁿᵍ ʰᶦᵐ ˢᵉᵉᵏ ᵃ ᶜᵘʳᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᶦ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵈʸ ᶦˢ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ˡᵒᵛᵉˡᵉˢˢ . however , that feels more like a curse . ❞ ᵈᵘˡᶜᵉᵗ ⁻ ᵛᵒᶦᶜᵉᵈ . ᵃ ᵍᵃʳᵈᵉⁿ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵐˢ ᶦⁿ ʰᵉʳ ᵗʰʳᵒᵃᵗ ʷʰᶦˡᵉ ʷᵃʳ ᵉⁿʳᵃᵍᵉˢ ʰᵉʳ ᵇᵒᵈʸ & ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉˢ ʰᵉʳ ᶦⁿ ʳᵘᶦⁿ . ❝ ᶠᵒʳᵍᶦᵛᵉ ᵐʸ ᵖʳᵃᵗᵗˡᶦⁿᵍ . ᶦ ᵃᵐ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᶠʳᵘˢᵗʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ . tell me how your night is . speak poetry to me . ❞
andante melodies dance in the zephyr chill of the air. ʰᶦˢ ᵉʸᵉˢ ˢᵏᶦᵐ ᵗᵃʳⁿᶦˢʰᵉᵈ ˡᵉᵗᵗᵉʳˢ ᵒᶠ ᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᶜᶦᵉⁿᵗ, ʷᶦᵗʰᵉʳᶦⁿᵍ ᵇᵒᵒᵏ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᶦˢ ᵐᶦⁿᵈ ʳᵉᵉˡˢ & ᵉⁿᶠˡᵃᵐᵉˢ ᶠᵃʳᵃʷᵃʸ ˢʸᵐᵖʰᵒⁿᶦᵉˢ. ʰᵉʳ ᵈᶦᵃᵖʰᵃⁿᵒᵘˢ, ᵈᵉˡᶦᶜᵃᵗᵉ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᵍᶦᵛᵉˢ ʰᶦᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉˣᶜᵘˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ˡᵉᵗ ᵐᵃʳᶜᵉˢᶜᵉⁿᵗ & ˢᵗᵃᶦⁿᵉᵈ ᵖᵃᵍᵉˢ ʳᵉˢᵗ ᵃᵗᵒᵖ ʰᶦˢ ˡᵃᵖ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵒᵗᵗᵉⁿ. oh, sweet-tempered river! ᵃ ᵗᵉⁿᵈᵉʳʰᵉᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ᶜᵃˢᶜᵃᵈᵉ ᵒᶠ ᶠᵒʳᶜᵉ.. his heart swells at every sad note & roll of the tongue. “ the seat next to mine is always open to you. ” ʰᵉ, ʷʰᵒ ˢᵉᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗʸ ᶦⁿ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵍˢ. ʰʸᵃᶜᶦⁿᵗʰ ᵇˡᵒˢˢᵒᵐ’ᵈ ᵗᶦᵐᵇʳᵉ. ᵍˡᵒᵃᵐᶦⁿᵍ ᵛᵉˢᵖᵉʳˢ ᵃᵇˢᵗᵃᶦⁿ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᶦˢ ᵐᶦˢᵉʳʸ. ᶦᵗ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗʳᵉᵃᵐˢ ᵒᶠ ᵘⁿᶦⁿᶠˡᵘᵉⁿᶜᵉᵈ ᶦˡˡᵘᵐᶦⁿᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ & ᶦᵗˢ ᵃᵉᵒⁿᶦᵃⁿ ʲᵒᵘʳⁿᵉʸ ᵒᶠ ʷʰᶦᶜʰ ˢᵖʳᵉᵃᵈˢ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ᵗᵒ ʳᵒᵗᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᵇᵒⁿᵉˢ. they are deathless; these bright stars & so shall his soul be, too. “ ᶦᵗ ᶦˢ ᵗᶦʳᶦⁿᵍ. ᵗᵒ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ˢᵉᵃʳᶜʰ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ᵒᶠ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᶦᵗ ᶦˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ. that is not to say there is no hope at all. it can be found in other things. ” ᶦᵈʸˡˡᶦᶜ ˢˡᵘᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵗᵘʳⁿˢ ᶦⁿ ᵉˡʸˢᶦᵃⁿ⁻ᵇᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵛᶦˢᵃᵍᵉ. ᶦⁿᶜᵃʳⁿᵃᵈᶦⁿᵉ ᵖᵉᵗᵃˡˢ ʷᵉᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ ˢᵖʳᶦᵍʰᵗˡʸ ᵐᵒᵛᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵃᵉᵒˡᶦᵃⁿ ᵒʳᶦᵍᶦⁿ. “ ᶦ ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵖᵒᵉᵗʳʸ ᵃˢ ʷᵉˡˡ ᵃˢ ᵐʸ ᵖᵃʳᵃᵇᵃᵗᵃᶦ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᶦ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗˢ. look up. ᶦ ᵃᵐ ˢᵘʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗᵉˡˡᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ ˡʸʳᵃ, ˢʰᶦⁿᶦⁿᵍ ᵉˢᵖᵉᶜᶦᵃˡˡʸ ᶠᵒʳ ᵘˢ ᵗᵒⁿᶦᵍʰᵗ ⁻⁻⁻ ᶦ ᶜʰᵒᵒˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉˡᶦᵉᵛᵉ ˢᵒ. ᵇᵘᵗ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵒᶠ ᵛᵉᵍᵃ ᶦⁿˢᶦᵈᵉˀ ᵐʸ ᵖᵃʳᵉⁿᵗˢ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ᵐᵉ ᵒⁿᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᶻʰᶦⁿü, ᵍᵒᵈᵈᵉˢˢ ᵒᶠ ʷᵉᵃᵛᶦⁿᵍ & ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵉᵃᵛᵉⁿˡʸ ᵐᵃᶦᵈᵉⁿ. she once loved so much she forgot of the heavens from which she belonged. ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵉᵖᵃʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵃᶜʳᵒˢˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᶦˡᵏʸ ʷᵃʸ, but a bridge still forms & the lovers unite again once a year. their tears of joy & love is what brings us rain. ” how destined he is for that love. it consumes him & he will feel it even after death. “ ⁿᵒ ᵐᵃᵗᵗᵉʳ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵖᵘⁿᶦˢʰᵐᵉⁿᵗ ʷᵉ ʳᵉᶜᵉᶦᵛᵉ, ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵒⁿᵉˢ ʷᶦˡˡ ˢᵗᶦˡˡ ᶠᶦⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ. you may be separated from your love, but you will always find him again, like zhinü & niu lang. & from your tears, something beautiful will blossom. ”
