My favorite poem ever…
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
Meet 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!
I am a romantic. That is really no secret. I have had some crappy experiences at love, but I never doubted it would be in my life. It isn’t always easy but I also always believe that people complicate it much more than it needs to be.
I will never forget early in my marriage I was irritated with my guy for whatever reason and I was moaning and groaning about it to my grandpa. He says something similar to “To be loved, you have to be loving.” And man was that a moment for me. Could I say one hundred percent that I gave that? I couldn’t. I was being a grump and expecting my guy to hurt me or do me wrong when he didn’t. He was being punished for what “might” happen and not what did.
But I guess the moral of the story I am trying to tell is having faith where this is none. Is that not what we do
when we love? Are we not giving our hearts and hoping they are not shattered? It is having faith they won’t be. It is having faith in our own choices to give that heart away. That is where things get tricky.
And I guess I tell you all this because so many times I write of my immense love for my guy and I do have it. But it isn’t easy. We don’t always “like” each other and life isn’t like that poem above. My tenth grade self believes this poem to be love. My adult self knows better.
I still love this poem. It still captures my heart and reminds me of “romance” of love. But in my home tonight. That is love. It is far from perfect but it is having faith every day that I chose the right one and choosing to love instead of being afraid of it.