I whispered, "I am too young,"
And then, "I am old enough;
"Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
"Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair."
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.
O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love.
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.
-William Butler Yeats-
I've always loved the English language and Literature. This poem, Brown Penny, by Willaim Butler Yeats, is a true testimony of the beauty of poetry. Plus it's about love, and I heard it on Must Love Dogs, one of my favourite movies, so it comes as no surprise that I should post it up here.
I've come to a conclusion. Not everyone is a die-hard romantic (like me :P). It figures that along with the hopeless romantics (like me) come the not-so hopeless romantics (like him). Although he says he is pretty romantic, he's not overboard and he prefers to do romantic things spontaneously and occasionally, so it's more special.
So it's all good. :)
