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Monday, September 10, 2007
Tedious torment of time
Topic of the day- William Shakespeare, sonnet CXV
Those lines that I before have writ, do lie;
Even those that said I could not love you
dearer;
Yet then my judgement knew no reason why
My most full flame should afterwards burn clearer.
But reckoning time, whose million'd accidents
creep in 'twixt vows, and change decrees of king,
Tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharp'st intents,
Divert strong minds to the course of altering things;
Alas! Why fearing times tyranny,
Might I not then say, 'Now I love you best,'
When I was certain o'er incertainty,
Crowning the present, doubting of the rest?
Love is a babe; then might I not say so,
To give full growth to what still doth grow?
Love, any kind is worth holding onto. Over time it may grow, and it may die, but the remants of once was are stonger than the brighest burning ember upon the fire of time.
Take chances, always remember that love is universal, and even the one you thought was incapable of the deepest feeling; look inside your self and ask weither it is thou that is guilty of the greatest let down of emote quality.
Never give up, and never give in. Always love and always trust, some may hurt, others amy last forver, but all nutures the canvas of the soul; until the next rain comes and washes away the soil and creates an enviroment for a new start.
Each soul, each destiny is dust on the ever blowing wind that plays melodies of life and chaos. But always each individual dust mite is special to someone, maybe someone you have yet to meet, or maybe someone always looking over you, but never showing their love.
I'm in a very eh mood today, and Shakespears words always calms me, that ands the celtic music I am listening to currently.
Parting words- Each flower has a bud, a thorn, and a heart; but leaf is it's companion, it's friend, and it's everything. Who's your leaf? Let them know.
*GLOMP* Night Yall!
~~Kate
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