The Gazelle
The Gazelle (Song of Songs, 2:2-17) Hark! My beloved! There he comes, Leaping over mountains, Bounding over hills, My beloved is like a gazelle Or
The Gazelle (Song of Songs, 2:2-17) Hark! My beloved! There he comes, Leaping over mountains, Bounding over hills, My beloved is like a gazelle Or
Kissin’ and Tellin’ Kissed by: A. (middle school) Girl from Owensboro, KY, one night in front of about 10 kids, all younger than us. She
One of my favourite things to say, for some odd reason, is this: “I know this beautiful girl. . .” I never finish the sentence,
And a rose for a lonely girl: At about 10 PM, I was walking across campus. I had just gotten off work at ResNet, and
I spent last night lying in bed, thinking about names. Eventually, I started thinking about names I think are beautiful (and that, consequently, I associate
Green Pants I dunno what it is. I can’t figure it out. For some reason, I have a thing for women in green pants. I
Beauty: I was recently asked how a person could become more beautiful in my eyes, and to describe what I find attractive in a woman.
My very own definitions of Beauty How do we define beauty? Well, I thought about this after a conversation with one of my friends, and
I want to be Norman Paperman. I mean it. I really do. What makes me want to be him? What has seized me this morning?