Essentially chaste

The essence of inner and outer beauty radiates through soft blue eyes. They bring you closer to what you remember in the fondest memories of childhood. The aroma that surrounds those memories seems to leak from pores of the beholder that stares upon you. Eyes, eyes that follow you, protect you, and give you space. They bring you comfort in the darkest of hours. They too bring you gladness at your finest achievements without uttering a word. A mere smile from the beholder of those eyes can elate you, a tear can bring you to your knees, and their laughter will light a room with vibrant warmth. Respect, honor and always love the one with those soft blue eyes.

Adapted from a poem by CB.


Book of love:
By Peter Gabriel

The book of love is long and boring
No one can lift the damn thing
It's full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing
But I
I love it when you read to me
And you
You can read me anything
The book of love has music in it
In fact that's where music comes from
Some of it is just transcendental
Some of it is just really dumb
But I
I love it when you sing to me
And you
You can sing me anything
The book of love is long and boring
And written very long ago
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
And things we're all too young to know
But I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings
And I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings
And I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings
You ought to give me wedding rings