Saturday, February 07, 2009
My Love is of a birth as rare, As 'tis for object strange and high:It was begotten by despairUpon Impossibility.Magnanimous Despair aloneCould show me so divine a thing, Where feeble Hope could ne'r have flownBut vainly flapt its Tinsel Wing. And yet I quickly might arriveWhere my extended Soul is fixt,But Fate does Iron wedges drive, And alwaies crouds it self betwixt.For Fate with jealous Eye does seeTwo perfect Loves; nor lets them close:Their union would her ruine be,And her Tyrannick pow'r depose.And therefore her Decrees of SteelUs as the distant Poles have plac'd,(Though Loves whole World on us doth wheel)Not by themselves to be embrac'd.Unless the giddy Heaven fall,And Earth some new Convulsion tear;And, us to joyn, the World should allBe cramp'd into a Planisphere. As Lines so Loves oblique may well Themselves in every Angle greet:But ours so truly Paralel,Though infinite can never meet.Therefore the Love which us doth bind, But Fate so envious debarrs,Is the conjunction of the Mind, And Opposition of the Stars.
Because you love me for who I am. 4:18 PM.
-the rants and ramblings of a young adult at the beginning of a journey of a lifetime.
nineteen this year.
Loves: God. shopping.dancing.
Thoughts to live by
▪ Because God created us to live and live we shall.
▪ Because God loves us for who we are.
▪ No one loves us the way God does.
▪ And thou shalt love the LORD thy God with all thine heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy might-Deuteronomy 6:5
▪ A loving heart is the truest wisdom -Charles Dickens