March 15, 2003
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Another chapter in the ongoing mystery! Here is a copy of the poem I gave to Sabrey the past Monday that triggered this amazing act of Fate. She liked it a lot, let’s see what you all think:
Oh how the expanse of night did weep in awe of Thine beauty, for their tears now do cascade from Off thine regal head, framing a face so beauteous That only the silence of tongue and pen could give Thee adequate praise.
Hear thine musical laughter do my unworthy ears; a Song all unto its own, written not by the hand of any Mortal but woven into a soft audible blanket of Serenity by thine own lovely heart.
Dare I compare thine immortal resplendance to Anything of Man or Nature? Forgive me my bold Rudeness for doing so, but I could not bear to stand Witness to such heavenly prescence and offer Nothing but a blank piece of parchment.
Is not a pretty flower tended with particular care? Does not the gazer stare longer at a comet than a Star? So to does the poet admire great beauty with Quick but heart-felt strokes of his pen in hopes that Indeed this human thing called sight can in some way Last for all eternity.
There you have it folks. Let me hear what you think and any advice on proceeding from here would be great cause I am totally confused right now.. .
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That is a great poem, Jakey. I like it. AND, I think it is a good sign that she likes it too…just remember to go slow….don’t rush things…calm down and don’t freak out, because that won’t help anything. Stay calm, be yourself and be flexible. Go with the flow…and everything should be all right…good luck…
Good poem… refer to my last comment… I just think you need to act on it and get over your fears of relationships going bad… You can’t play with fire without getting burned sometimes, but the times you don’t can be some of the best ones…
that was beautiful. Sabrey is a very lucky girl, err, lady, to have a man like you after her.
Why thank you! That’s very kind of you to say! Wow. . .can life get any better? And Nate- yeah I know ALL ABOUT fire. It’s fun.. . . but yeah, getting burned sucks but I look at it this way pal: I’ve been burning for the past 5 years and you can only take the third degree stuff so many times before you’re too scared to get close to the flames. Don’t worry though; I am not letting this one slide by. If it doesn’t work out, fine, but if it doesn’t work it is because it wasn’t meant to be and not because I didn’t try.
if i would have known there were boys going, i would have invited you. i thought it was going to be a girl thing. BUT NEXT TIME I’LL HAVE YOU COME!
if you’re home in the summer we’ll do it then! 
talk to you later, tater!
Beautiful! I love the old english
Too young to feel this old…I’ve always felt that way too. Just waiting for someone to understand me, someone to intermix with my soul. Your poem was wonderful and it conveys such honest and mature emotion. It’s refreshing to see that from someone so young (in years that is…perhaps your soul is ageless, like I think mine is) -Kate
aww thanks!