What better way to start up this category than with a poem dedicated to my love of my life, Ingibjorg.
She Walks In BeautyShe walks in Beauty, like the night Or cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meat in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired 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!
by George Gordon Lord Byron.
I love you, baby.
