Do people actually read these things? I could ramble on and on, tell you everything about myself... Sorry, I'm not that easy, but I will give you a bit to get you started.
I'm smart and I dabble in many different things, but I'm also intensely passionate about the things I truly care about. I'm always looking to broaden my horizons and learn about new things. I tend to be a bit eccentic and quirky. I enjoy intensity, but at the same time I am a very easy going kind of gal. I have a radical approach to honesty... I have a tendancy to be brutally honest which can sometimes get me into a world of trouble.
I love meeting people I share the same views and interests with, of course, but I also like meeting people who have different views and interests. It usually makes for good conversation. What I really don't like is people who agree with me just because it's the easy thing to do. Hey, I enjoy a good challenge! I'm not conservative in the least, I'm very open-minded. Independence is a big thing with me, I also tend to be a bit of a loner at times. Are you still reading this? Anything else you want to know about me? Well, you know how to send a message, don't you?
“Music and singing do not produce in the heart that which is not already there.â€
Abu Sulaiman al-Davani, ninth century philosopher.
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po·et·ry – noun:
The art of rhythmical composition, written or spoken, for exciting pleasure by beautiful, imaginative, or elevated thoughts.
Poetry Revisited: Reveries from the Past.
The English Ladye And The Knight
by Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832)
It was an English ladye bright,
The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,
And she would marry a Scottish knight,
For Love will still be lord of all.
Blithely they saw the rising sun
When he shone fair on Carlisle wall;
But they were sad ere day was done,
Though Love was still the lord of all.
Her sire gave brooch and jewel fine,
Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall;
Her brother gave but a flask of wine,
For ire that Love was lord of all.
For she had lands both meadow and lea,
Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,
And he swore her death, ere he would see
A Scottish knight the lord of all.
That wine she had not tasted well
The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,
When dead, in her true love's arms, she fell,
For Love was still the lord of all!
He pierced her brother to the heart,
Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall:--
So perish all would true love part
That Love may still be lord of all!
And then he took the cross divine,
Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,
And died for her sake in Palestine;
So Love was still the lord of all.
Now all ye lovers, that faithful prove,
The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,
Pray for their souls who died for love,
For Love shall still be lord of all!
