HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
"He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven" W.B. Yeats (1865–1939).
...when talking to people in sites like this one.
HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
"He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven" W.B. Yeats (1865–1939).
Here in lies a one problem when seeking a younger mate from a country where english (my native tounge)is not spoken. How does one share the secrets of my heart with a person whose langauge I am not fluent in. My dreams need to be spoken, shared and improved upon. Communication is key, which is why I shy from woman I have troube understanding. It is not only my dreams at stake here.
Here in lies a one problem when seeking a younger mate from a country where english (my native tounge)is not spoken. How does one share the secrets of my heart with a person whose langauge I am not fluent in. My dreams need to be spoken, shared and improved upon. Communication is key, which is why I shy from woman I have troube understanding. It is not only my dreams at stake here.
