An ethics-oriented weblog celebrating effective altruism, philosophy, and other beliefs Eric holds. Also: a place to post random thoughts.
30 December, 1996
(Originally written sometime in late 1996.)
Arising from the depths of the deep,
Meeting the sun with rays we reap,
Becoming dry from the sweltering heat,
Entering a house, so nice and neat,
Resting there for me to keep, -- is you.
Guessing a hidden meaning
Understanding as though one were weaning,
Yearning to understand,
Expecting no such demand,
Remembering that there is meaning -- in every word.
Intercepting my feelings,
Lest my frequent kneelings,
Over all that I do,
Vindictive in lieu,
Entertaining my willings, -- is what I know.
Yet I know also of you,
Of your beauty, intelligence and how you never feel blue,
Unbelievable, inconceivable, but true.
Posted by Eric Herboso at Monday, December 30, 1996
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