My beloved, my being has set sight on you
From every pore flows out passion and fear
Swinging from joy of red to anguish of blue
I can't muster the courage to ask, my dear.
If pray, perhaps it'll pierce your dreams through
And hear how I bend towards you, revere
You, yet that ship has sailed, my courage flew
I am left alone, I just timidly peer.
But no, I shall not hold back, I want your hands
In marriage and to hold mine close back, warm.
And using your wit and cheer, craft with strands
A fine silken blanket of heat to hold in the storm.
We'll hide together, forever, hand in handOkay, so I'm a troper of sorts. As you might tell, I'm a bit of a(n amateur) writer/poet. Add in a few doses of programming, math, logic, economics, and what people keep telling me is a fetish for well organized data and you get me. Might call me a bit of scholar. Actually, add in some romantic philosophy in their too. And some Christian/Buddhist/Democratic morals in there. And... Well, I guess I'll end this by saying I'm a mixed bag of information, knowledge, and philosophies. On the good side, this makes me a great debater. On the other hand, this makes me pretty terrible at describing myself in a concise manner, so right now this page is open for whoever to edit and add on tropes they think fits my persona. I'm also known as Ramus. It's an interesting story about how I ended up putting his mask on for a while, one that going to take too long to tell.
Never to leave, forget, flee, or disband.
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