Bright Star

Tonight I am home alone, feeling melancholy.
I will think of my most magnificent Nanny, who is the hospital.
I will watch one of my favorite movies, "Bright Star".
I will treat myself to a bread&chocolate Theo bar, with a cup of PG Tips with milk and honey.

"Bright Star", is a beautiful love story between poet John Keats and fashion designer Fanny Brawne. It is a familiar love to me, not because we have a similar love story, but because the movie portrays love that feels real. 

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art–
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors–
No–yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever–or else swoon to death.
-John Keats

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