Sigh

I had thought that I would post this on my new blog for poems..but i had to post these excerpts atleast..

This is from a poem by Browning. The full text is available in my blog titled My Poems.. A poem that has come closer to my life than anything that I have ever read..

The Lost Mistress
ALL 's over, then: does truth sound bitter
As one at first believes?

....To-morrow we meet the same then, dearest?
May I take your hand in mine?
Mere friends are we,—well, friends the merest
Keep much that I resign:

........

Yet I will but say what mere friends say,
Or only a thought stronger;
I will hold your hand but as long as all may,
Or so very little longer!

Touche