Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.

Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.

Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover,
Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.

Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover,
Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.

As long as I love beauty I am young.

As long as I love beauty I am young.

She is not fair to outward view
As many maidens be;
Her loveliness I never knew
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She is not fair to outward view
As many maidens be;
Her loveliness I never knew
Until she smiled on me:
Oh! then I saw her eye was bright,
A well of love, a spring of light.

The beautiful are never desolate;
But some one alway loves them--God or man.
If man abandons, God read more

The beautiful are never desolate;
But some one alway loves them--God or man.
If man abandons, God himself takes them.

She's beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd She is a woman, therefore to be won

She's beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd She is a woman, therefore to be won

I have a fantastic wife, and not only in terms of external beauty. Her priority and mine is our children. read more

I have a fantastic wife, and not only in terms of external beauty. Her priority and mine is our children. That is our choice.

the call
of a loon
across
a
quiet lake.

the call
of a loon
across
a
quiet lake.

Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.

Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.