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An email from a stranger... I was checking my emails earlier this morning when I receieved this one from "who?" (I dunno) - totally an unknown person to me.. It was very touching.... Dear Maynila, How does one go about this? How does a mere mortal man approach a goddess muse, one who makes everything beautiful possible? I am so uncertain... Your photograph reminded me of a poem by Lord Byron. The verse is: She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the 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 serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, 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 mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent! Who am I? One who is smitten by your beauty. A creature of light wandering a world of shadow. A man. Nothing more. Nothing less. I have suffered my trials and tribulations, tasting both the sweet nectar of victory and the bitter fruit of defeat. I am wise and strong en tough to carry my own cross. Still, I seek the wisdom and strength of others. Possessing a prediliction towards the eclectic and the intense, I am drawn as a moth to the flame, driven as a salmon against the current, towards the extraordinary. Possessing a disdain for the half-hearted and the mundane, I am repelled, as identical magnetic poles, from the ordinary. I am the painter whose pallet contains an infinite number of hues, constantly swirling in the kaleidescope of color which is my soul. I am the jeweler carefully cutting the countless facets, searching for the optimum balance between brilliance and clarity, in the precious stone which is my spirit. I am the gardener, cultivating the soil, planting the seeds, watering the sprouts, weeding the rows, and savoring each resultant sweet, sweet bloom that is my world. My own foibles can make me laugh. The pain of, or the separation from, those I love can make me cry. The unexpected remembrance of some long forgotten intimacy can make me smile, slowly, inwardly to myself. While my hopes and dreams may sometimes be temporarily postponed, they are never surrendered. What about you, bedazzling one? What makes you laugh? What makes you cry? What makes you smile slowly, secretly, inwardly, to yourself? What hopes have you given up on along the way? What dreams will you never surrender? --- Rick email: Filipino FriendFinder -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Indeed this one was very touching and deep. I couldn't really think of an appropriate and interesting answer to this one, the guy is really really interesting and .... Intelligent I should say. I've come across through a lot of emails for me but this one caught my fancy. With a nice poem, with a high standard "word" usage and indeed he's an appreciative kind. I should say, I should keep letter/emails like this, Though it was coming from a stranger.... it's worth getting in touch with the poetic type of guy.... hayyy.... 
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