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Welcome to Nickie's Site
This site is for the love that Catherine and Vincent shared. Together as one.
When the show aired for the first time, I was glued to the set and watched week
after week. When I had to go out, I would be very upset because
I would be missing the show. Their story is very unique and beautiful.
Sometimes I would cry with them and get so involved in the show that no
matter what anyone tried to do to get my attention, it was impossible.
When Catherine left the show, it would never be the same again.
Even though Diana tried to take her place,there was no way that Diana could succeed.
I would love with all my heart if they would bring back the show
with Catherine and Vincent and the rest of the cast. Together they made what
the show was with each one playing their part just the way it should have been played.
I wouldn't change a thing.I could go on for hours talking about the show and what it did
for me and all the other people who watched it. I would just like to end by saying that,
both Catherine and Vincent, with their music and their voices, so soft and gentle,
have captured my heart and brought me back to watch their show week after week.
Special Links
Letters to Catherine
Episodes
She walks in beauty
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies.
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meets in her aspect and her eyes.
Thus mellowed to that tender light
which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face.
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place>
And on that cheek and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent.
The smiles that win, the tints that grow.
But tell of days in goodness spent.
A mind at peace with all below.
A heart whose love is innocent.
(George Gordon, Lord Byron)
Surprised by Joy
Surprised by joy - impatient as the Wind
I turned to share the transport - Oh! with whom
But thee. deep buried in the silent tomb.
That spot which no vicissitude an find?
Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind -
But how could I forget thee? Through what power
Even for the least division of an hour
Have I been so begulled as to be blind
To my most grievous loss! - That thought's return
Was the worst pang that sorrow ever bore,
save one, only one, when I stood forlorn.
Knowing my heart's best treasure was no more;
That neither present time, nor years unborn
Could to my sight that heavenly face restore.
(William Wordsworth)
Sonnet 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration dinds.
Or bends with the remover to remove
Oh no! it is an ever-fixed mark.
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark.
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks.
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
(William Shakespeare)
Acquainted with the Night
I have been one acquainted with the night
I have walked out in rain - and back in rain
I have out walked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane,
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet,
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street.
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky.
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right
I have been one acquainted with the night.
(Robert Frost)
Longing
Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.
Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me!
Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,
Come now, and let me dram it truth;
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say: My Love! why sufferest thou?
Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing og the day.
(Matthew Arnold)
My Favorite Web Sites
Foxylady
Blackvelvet
Passion
Innocense
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