Alice and the question of love

21 June 2016



Me in hat my modist Malinda Damgaard and couture from designer Lars Wallin.


I belive in meeting a true soulmate. I do not fall in and out of love like others surrounding me, maybe I am to shy. I do not reveil much of my innerself. But at one time I actually thought I found myself, as looking in a mirror. A big secret it was and a big secret it stays, but anyway I found an amazing poem by George Gordon Lord Byron (1788-1824) that says it all....

When we Two parted

WHEN we two parted  
  In silence and tears,  
Half broken-hearted  
  To sever for years,  
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,       
  Colder thy kiss;  
Truly that hour foretold  
  Sorrow to this.  
The dew of the morning  
  Sunk chill on my brow—   
It felt like the warning  
  Of what I feel now.  
Thy vows are all broken,  
  And light is thy fame:  
I hear thy name spoken,   
  And share in its shame.  
They name thee before me,  
  A knell to mine ear;  
A shudder comes o'er me—  
  Why wert thou so dear?   
They know not I knew thee,  
  Who knew thee too well:  
Long, long shall I rue thee,  
  Too deeply to tell.  
In secret we met—  
  In silence I grieve,  
That thy heart could forget,  
  Thy spirit deceive.  
If I should meet thee  
  After long years,   
How should I greet thee?  
  With silence and tears.