She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleam'd upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament: Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay. William Wordsworth
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She was a Phantom of delightWhen first she gleam'd upon my sight;A lovely Apparition, sentTo be a moment's ornament:Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair;But all things else about her drawnFrom May-time and the cheerful dawn;A dancing shape, an image gay,To haunt, to startle, and waylay. The poem was written by John Keats, who was known for his brilliant use of words. The idea is that love makes you happy and the only way to achieve happiness is to seek it. Love will be your friend if you are willing to give it all you have. However, this will only work if you are willing to fight for it all the time.

To make it stronger and more stable, try not to let anything get in its way. If you want to be happy, you must make sure nothing interrupts your happiness. For example: people who don’t allow an obstacle to stop them from doing something significant often end up having a great life.

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