July 21, 2014


“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? 
Thou art more lovely and more temperate: 
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, 
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date: 
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, 
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d; 
And every fair from fair sometime declines, 
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d; 
But thy eternal summer shall not fade 
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; 
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade, 
When in eternal lines to time thou growest: 
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, 
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.”

- William Shakespeare

Beautiful. Love is captured in a clean, slick way, Shakespeare-style. :)

July 20, 2014

“Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.”

- Robert Frost, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”

Pour Ma Jolie

Hello everyone! So my good friend Curtis just wrote a lovely villanelle poem the other day and I thought I’d share it with you guys (he doesn’t mind :)). If only there were more romantics like this guy in the world. Hope you guys enjoy! It’s called “Pour Ma Jolie”

10,000 red roses and Italian white wine,
a kiss for the one called mi amor,
all for ma jolie that is divine

Oh ma jolie how you’re one of a kind,
the gifts I’ll give you when I arrive at your door,
10,000 red roses and Italian white wine

The finest Parisian café is where we will dine,
I pull out your chair and gently whisper “bonjour,”
all for ma jolie that is divine

A gondola ride down the Swiss Rhine,
a serenade for you lit by shops of the shore,
10,000 red roses and Italian white wine

To the finest dance halls of Vienna we unwind,
embraced in my arms the one I adore,
all for ma jolie that is divine

For the one my heart does pine,
the finest treasures I’ll lay at your floor,
10,000 red roses and Italian white wine,
all for ma jolie that is divine.

- Curtis Des Marais

July 7, 2014

“He held up a book then. “I’m going to read it to you for relax.”
“Does it have any sports in it?”
“Fencing. Fighting. Torture. Poison. True Love. Hate. Revenge. Giants. Hunters. Bad men. Good men. Beautifulest Ladies. Snakes. Spiders… Pain. Death. Brave men. Cowardly men. Strongest men. Chases. Escapes. Lies. Truths. Passion. Miracles.”
“Sounds okay,” I said and I kind of closed my eyes.” 

- William Goldman, The Princess Bride


Have an adventurous week! :) 

July 4, 2014


“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” – Thomas Jefferson, Declaration of Independence (July 4, 1776)

In a small hall in Philadelphia, a group of men called the Second Continental Congress signed a document that would change the course of history. Never before has a group of colonies come together and call out to the world their separation from a mother country, let alone the powerful British Empire. This was the beginning of a new era, a new nation. One that believed in “life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness”. That any man could climb up and achieve the dream of success. Though the term “American Dream” was not coined until 1931, these men of 1776 were paving the road for men and women to climb that ladder of success and freedom.

Happy 238th Birthday America!

July 2, 2014


“Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.” Leonardo da Vinci


This goes to a good friend of mine who’s quite the painter and the poet. He’s a true da Vinci. Good job Curtis!


These eyes saw
These eyes were
by ways of

Your eyes saw
Your eyes were
by ways of

Were you a dream?
I failed to see
your weaknesses,
your ignorance
your cowardice.

Was I too good?
You failed to see
my love for you,
my hope for you
to have the best.

The eyes see what
they want to see.
Beware of what the
eyes see for not
everything is what
it seems.



June 28, 2014

“It was a vision of the one thing that we both hoped someday would be…the warmth of our bodies next to each other’s, reflected in sunset of our secret place… We longed for it to be like this, each and every evening… Dancing in the night, playing hide-and-seek in the day, the beauty of our souls blossoms… Never before had we felt so happy, never before had we felt so alive… We hear the birds, sensing the cheerful breeze, the rainbow’s end does linger here….our tenderness, sighs and spirits speak and we do know clear… This place is where love and laughter meet… You take my hand, kiss each finger tip, with tears in your eyes you touch my cheek and whisper of how wondrous this, we share our love once again. The love that gives us wings to fly anew. Our hearts in sweet pleasing pain beat as one in the rhythm of long forgotten yet melody… Together again at this wondrous place, where just our presence adds more grace and makes it what was meant to be – a place for you a place for me…” – Oksana Rus

Reading Oksana Rus quotes restores my faith in true love. To fall in love with a gentleman and share moments like these. If patience is the key, then I will certainly wait for it will be worth it in the end. For those of you passionately in love, enjoy your summer days (or winter days depending on where you are in the world) with your loved one. Whether it’s on the beach or cuddled by the fire, enjoy every minute of it. Because it’s a feeling indescribable to human comprehension.