I am Ravin Rose, a very humble kindred spirit looking to find someone that can accept and match my weirdness. Im all about spontaneous fun and enjoying life as much as possible..
Dont judge me too much by our online interaction.. im a bit stale with social media.. prefer the old days of meeting somewhere public and truly getting to know one another.
Dont see myself changing to fit anyones criteria.. i feel one day the right girl will come and accept me for me... so here i display who I am... maybe i wont find her here but patience hast always been my strongest virtue.
Religion/beliefs: Seax Wica
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Many moons ago I met you
Dazzling eyes, embracing my flesh like a tatoo
Yet once our eyes glanced, destined to meet
We shyd away, walking quickly as we stared at our feet
Silent we remained, almost in resemblance of a mute
Now the night has past, and i never got to know you..
Never again shall i miss the chance
To lock eyes with one that makes thy heart beat like a drum
Because in the eyes of destiny... you may be my one in a million
~Ravin Nightingale
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She calls to me, on a night unlike any other
Asking for thy hand, as we prayed to the holy mother
A sacrement of love, never knowing of despise
We are held close to eachother, never to leave ones side
We dance under the moon, on a pale greyish night
Followed by surrounding laughter
Eyes gathered around a fiery site...
She calls to me, on the night where the moon beamed bright
Shes knows shes my comfort and I am her might
Let it be known, a love forever embraced
Following our hearts forever
A kiss on your lips, my love, such a lovely taste
~Ravin Nightingale
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Where is the love in the modern day?
when everything we do is a crave for validation?
we live in a world where numbers controls everything about us
how we feel, who we are, how popular the world views us
where is the real love when the only thing you see are numbers?
Do we ever look deep into each other anymore?
Look at our scars? look at what lies behind the mask of media?
We have strayed so far to the point our identity lies in shackles
We are now afraid to be who we are
we are now who the world sees us
Where is the love in the modern day?
when all we are becoming....is numbers?
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