I have done all the things I want to do as a single person. Now I want to care for and love one person. To place them before all others. Before myself. Knowing that this love will care for me the same way.
Here is a poem that really touches my heart. To me it's a man opening his heart and laying it out for his lover. Trying to express how he is limited in this world by his flesh. And that his soul yearns to create a reality suitable to her magnificence. And that he has given his heart and very soul to her. Beautimas!
HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
I'd love to hear what this poem means to you.
Here is a quote that epitomizes me.
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.
Which are you?
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