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this came off the back of an choclate/orange candy bar wrapper.

She walks in Beauty.

She walks in Beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meets in her aspect and eyes;
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which Heaven to guady day denies.

One shade more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face,
Where thoughts serenly sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that check and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,-
A mindat peace with all below,
A heart whose loveis innocent.

Gorge Gordon, Lord Byron.
it seems so fickle that we as humans run around looking for problems to fix, and create. materials to own and people to dissown. yet when you ask someone what love truly is the can never have the same answer as anyone else. sure, there are consistance's such as in the case "when you love someone, you'll do whats right for them". and it's not always easy opening your eyes to see the love in front of you, nor is it being able to compromise. maybe i can use a metaphor to wrap up the intire idea of having a "soulmate". let's hypothetically say that everyone was once a piece of stained glass, colors didn't just stop at one point and become another color entirely but blended together. now what if that glass was dropped and shattered, every single piece then became unique. that would explain our current diverse world, anyways, back to the subject at hand. let's pretend that these pieces didn't just lay there on the floor but shifted around, looking for another piece to fit beside them and with them. wouldn't that be their so called "soulmate"? im sure i could use this same metaphor to explain other things as well, but i have not the patience or will to make time to do so. i'll just have to wait and see what comes from this intricate shifting called love. can you find love if your not looking for it?