This is me!
The Enchantress
The image I use for my chatroom.
It's called "Tides" by Jonathon Earl Bowser
Cleo
I like this pic.
It's called "Cleo" by Jonathon Earl Bowser.
Check these out!
The Art of Jonathon Earl Bowser Great landscapes and try to see the Goddess Art.Boris Vallejo and Julie Bell Both great fantasy artists
Henk Kasbergen's HomepageMy Friend's Homepage.
Brian's HomepageCheck this out! It's really cool! He has a lot of opinions about different subjects. Great pics too.
My Favorite Melodies
(Click on the Title to hear it)
"Claire de lune":a wistful composistion by Claude Debussy
"On the Wings of Love":Movie theme from "An Officer and a Gentleman"
"Someone to Watch Over Me":Ira Gershwim's Romantic Lovesong
Jenny's Homepage
Hi! Welcome to my homepage.
Have you ever come across a song, a poem, a work of art and say to yourself
"Ahhh...this is so wonderful..." and felt that it was meant for you?
That it touches your heart the way no others can?
Okay, okay...I admit. I am an avowed hopeless romantic. Or maybe that's "hopeful" romantic?
(smiles)
My homepage will contain some of my favorite pics, friends, poems and songs gathered
through the years or given by my friends.
I will be continually adding to this. Hope you like it.
Hey Samantha, thanks for giving me "Kiss the Rain". It really is a very special song.
~*~
"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,"
~Shakespeare~
e.e. cummings
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose
or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
If thou must love me, let it be for naught
Except for love's sake only. Do not say
"I love her for her smile...her look...her way of speaking gently-
For a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and Certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day."
For these things in themselves, beloved, may be changed, or changed
for thee-and love so wrought may be unwrought so.
Neither love me for thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry-
A creature might forget to weep, who bore their comfort long, and lose
their love thereby.
But love me for love's sake, that evermore thou mayst love on,
Through love's eternity.
~Elizabeth Barret Browning~
Last Updated: Sunday,September 5,1999