Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December and each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the marrow; vainly I had tried to borrow from my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore. For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore, Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtin Thrill me, filled me with fantastic terrors never felt befpre; So that now to still the beating of my heart I stood repeating "Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door, Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door, This it is and nothing more".
Presently my soul grew stronger hesitating then no longer, "sir" Said I "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping and so gently you came rapping and so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my cahmber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" here I opended wide the door; Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering , long I stood there wondering fearing Doubting dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silenve was unbroken and the darkness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the wispered word, "Lenore!" This I wispered and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" Merel this and nothing more.
Unfortuanly Love isnt.....I so wish all thoes fairy tales can come true, that way no one would be hurt no one would cry and no one would ever die.