Symptoms of a Romantic
Why? Romantics love purples and mauves; talk of nostalgia, winsome, and
wistfulness; deal in the sadness of beauty, and the beauty of sadness; and
understand we can greet death with a certain peaceful sadness; hear the echo
of bagpipes in mist filled valleys and imagine the terror that existed there; of the
courage and the bravery; and feel the tear drops that fell upon the dead and dying
after all energy is spent; see the haze that surrounds the virgin, imagine the soul
with wings not meant to be seen, see beauty in clouds that others see filled with
danger; see faces in the lightning; hear the kitten cries of a wild lion roaring; see
through the troll's facade to discover the little boy; see notes upon a page and
hear the most glorious of sounds we thought were for the dead; and who's being
explodes into shooting stars and rainbows which words cannot explain; that starts
within, and carries past, the final thrust of love?
We Must Not Forget the Heart
Yes we must not forget the heart. It is our heart which contains our world. If we look into our
heart, and shuffle things around a little we will always find those little things we had forgotten
about hiding in the corners. The little things are often the most important. As we draw them out of
our heart, they will open up like a pair of purple gossamer wings that will wrap around our being,
comforting us and colouring our world for as long as we wish them to be there. And while they
are there we are sharing ourselves and our gifts with the world which helps colour the world and
makes it more beautiful than were it without you.
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