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Singles in Charlotte , NC , United States - Darius

Darius	B007396
African American , 20 , Single	Charlotte , NC , United States

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Last activity: Friday, December 8, 2006, 16:17 MST

Gender:	Male
Age:	20 (26-Sep-1988)
Race:	African American
Marital Status:	Single
Religion:	Christian - Seventh-Day Adventist
Drinking:	Non drinker
Smoking:	Non smoker
Food:	Non-Vegetarian
Occupation:	Student
Education:	College
Languages:	Spanish (Fluent)
Interests:	Arts / Crafts Athletics Billiards / Pool / Darts Boxing / Wrestling Cars / Motorcycles Computers / Internet Hiking / Camping Movies / Cinema Music - Blues/Jazz Music - Pop / R&B Singing / Playing Instrument Yoga / Meditation
Eye Colour:	Brown
Hair Colour:	Black
Body Type:	Athletic
Height:	6'3" (190.5 cm)

General Information

My lady\'s presence makes the roses red, Because to see her
lips they blush for shame. The lily\'s leaves, for envy,
pale became, And her white hands in them this envy
bred. The marigold the leaves abroad doth spread, Because
the sun\'s and her power is the same. The violet of purple
colour came. Dyed in the blood she made my heart to
shed. In brief: all flowers from her their virtue
take; From her sweet breath their sweet smells do
proceed; The living heat which her eyebeams doth
make Warmeth the ground and quickeneth the seed. The rain,
wherewith she watereth the flowers, Falls from mine eyes,
which she dissolves in showers.

Appearance

The sweetest notes among the human heart-strings are dull
with rust; The sweetest chords, adjusted by the angels,
are clogged with dust; We pipe and pipe again our dreary
music upon the self-same strains, While sounds of crime,
and fear, and desolation, come back in sad refrains. On
through the world we go, an army marching with listening
ears, Each longing, sighing, for the heavenly music he
never hears; Each longing, sighing, for a word of comfort,
a word of tender praise, A word of love, to cheer the
endless journey of earth\'s hard, busy days. They love
us, and we know it; this suffices for reason\'s share. Why
should they pause to give that love expression with gentle
care? Why should they pause? But still our hearts are
aching with all the gnawing pain Of hungry love that longs
to hear the music, and longs and longs in vain. We love
them, and they know it; if we falter, with fingers numb,
Among the unused strings of love\'s expression, the notes
are dumb. We shrink within ourselves in voiceless sorrow,
leaving the words unsaid, And, side by side with those we
love the dearest, in silence on we tread. Thus on we
tread, and thus each heart in silence its fate fulfils,
Waiting and hoping for the heavenly music beyond the
distant hills. The only difference of the love in heaven
from love on earth below Is: Here we love and know not how
to tell it, and there we all shall know.

Looking for

I loved her for that she was beautiful; And that to me she
seem\'d to be all Nature, And all varieties of things in
one: Would set at night in clouds of tears, and rise All
light and laughter in the morning; fear No petty customs
nor appearances; But think what others only dream\'d
about; And say what others did but think; and do What
others dared not do: so pure withal In soul; in heart and
act such conscious yet Such perfect innocence, she made
round her A halo of delight. \'Twas these which won
me;— And that she never school\'d within her breast One
thought or feeling, but gave holiday To all; and that she
made all even mine In the communion of love: and we Grew
like each other, for we loved each other; She, mild and
generous as the air in spring; And I, like earth all
budding out with love.