Post by Kabal on Oct 16, 2006 0:05:18 GMT -5
(Pronounced, "Saw-lew-way" )
There is a feeling I get sometimes...
It is usually as I gaze upon the cold Winter's moon, thinking of my Distant beloved...
Salue.
When I see the blessings I hope to someday possess, like one day to make my beloved my Bride, and to one day in the far future become a Father...
Salue.
When I see those who struggle like I, and I wish them well...
Salue.
Salue is a word that came to my mind as a toast, to embody that Bitter sweet melancholy that enters my heart, and sometimes even clouds my mind with Nostalgia.
To gaze into that cold moon, and think of my beloved. To think of the joy I will bring her, and to know that I must first wait for that time to commence. It fills my heart with melancholy. Not exactly pain, nor joy. Something altogether wholly different.
I am no wise-man, nor a scholar, nor mystic...
I am simply myself. A man of 23 years of age. One who can do naught but think upon life, in the many forms it can take.
As I watch the smoke from my cigarette take shape to the winter night's wind...
Salue.
Thoughts of her fill me once again.
But this is what drives me in my life. For some, Salue is thoughts toward their beloved...
to others it could be duty... Or Family, business, success, any number of things drive one to their path.
For me, it is my beloved.
And when I miss her, and think of her...
Salue.
When I gaze upon the world... Melancholy is the feeling I bring back.
Sadness with hope...
Salue.
It is my Toast for life...
It is my pledge and eternal promise to what drives me, My Beloved...
Pledging forever my faithfulness and loyalty, My Love and Respect...
My Duty and Devotion to her...
Whenever that melancholy fills me, that unique blend...
I cannot help but smile...
Salue.
There is a feeling I get sometimes...
It is usually as I gaze upon the cold Winter's moon, thinking of my Distant beloved...
Salue.
When I see the blessings I hope to someday possess, like one day to make my beloved my Bride, and to one day in the far future become a Father...
Salue.
When I see those who struggle like I, and I wish them well...
Salue.
Salue is a word that came to my mind as a toast, to embody that Bitter sweet melancholy that enters my heart, and sometimes even clouds my mind with Nostalgia.
To gaze into that cold moon, and think of my beloved. To think of the joy I will bring her, and to know that I must first wait for that time to commence. It fills my heart with melancholy. Not exactly pain, nor joy. Something altogether wholly different.
I am no wise-man, nor a scholar, nor mystic...
I am simply myself. A man of 23 years of age. One who can do naught but think upon life, in the many forms it can take.
As I watch the smoke from my cigarette take shape to the winter night's wind...
Salue.
Thoughts of her fill me once again.
But this is what drives me in my life. For some, Salue is thoughts toward their beloved...
to others it could be duty... Or Family, business, success, any number of things drive one to their path.
For me, it is my beloved.
And when I miss her, and think of her...
Salue.
When I gaze upon the world... Melancholy is the feeling I bring back.
Sadness with hope...
Salue.
It is my Toast for life...
It is my pledge and eternal promise to what drives me, My Beloved...
Pledging forever my faithfulness and loyalty, My Love and Respect...
My Duty and Devotion to her...
Whenever that melancholy fills me, that unique blend...
I cannot help but smile...
Salue.