I have fallen in love...

With Lord Byron. Here is why. :)

She Walks in Beauty, by Lord Byron:


She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that 's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

Its funny that I used to think that poetry was something a bit too silly and sappy for me, but now I can't get enough of it. About four years ago I started reading a lot of British poetry as a guilty pleasure. Then Robert Louis Stevenson poetry truly convinced me to appreciate poetry without shame. Slowly but surely I'm adding poets to my list of favorites, and Lord Byron has certainly secured a spot.