....julia

(will)
O, know'st thou not his looks are my soul's food?
Pity the dearth that I have pined in,
By longing for that food so long a time.
Didst thou but know the inly touch of love,
Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow
As seek to quench the fire of love with words.

(hedi)
'oh face, smile upon me
let not my dreams have been in vain
it is only forever that I have slept
in hopes of awakening in your bosom
sudden conscious finds me bellowing, wallowing
but alas, your ears removed (or corked)..my voice mute...'