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Kayjay: where do you go to my lovely?...
| Buscando: | Hembra Edad 47 a 70 | | Estado: | 75 Divorciado Derecho Masculino | | Ubicación: | | | Interés en: | Matrimonio | | Etnicidad | Blanco/Caucásico | | Vivo: | Vivir solo | | Eye Catcher: | Sin respuesta | | | Altura: | 5'5 pulgadas | | Cuerpo: | Promedio | | Pelo ojos: | Mohawk punk, Azul | | Fumar: | Salir recientemente | | Beber: | Solo socialmente | | Ejercicio | Más de 4 veces a la semana | | Política: | Sin respuesta | | | Educación: | Grado Asociado | | Religión: | cristiano | | Ingresos: | $25,001 a $45,000 | | Ocupación: | Estate Agent | | Descendencia: | 2 niños | | Personalidad: | Aventurero | | País: | South Africa | |
MI HISTORIA
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart, " but rather, "I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate loves ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
Then there is Beauty.
beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.
It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth,
But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.
It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear,
But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears.
It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw,
But rather a garden for ever in bloom and a flock of angels for ever in flight.
Beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.
But you are life and you are the veil.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are eternity and you are the mirror.