I love God, and everyone. I believe in honor, virtue, truth, charity, mercy. I love knowledge. I know that CHIVALRY IS NOT DEAD! I am fearless. I am not afraid of Death, it is a selfish and wasted life that I fear. I believe "Fortune favors the Bold". I have an Iron Will. I protect my friends. It is said that a sadhu, when asked about his family, replied thusly; truth is my mother, and my father is spiritual knowledge; righteous action is my brother, and mercy is my friend, inner peace is my wife, and forgiveness is my son: these six are my kinsmen. Truth is my weapon, and Virtue my strength. Virtue must be practiced without hesitation or excuse. Often I am fierce on the outside, but very gentle on the inside. Money is not very important to me, helping others and being a good man is far more important.I believe in "simple living, high thinking". Low class men desire wealth; middle class men both wealth and respect; but the noble, honour only; hence honour is the noble man's true wealth.
Are you a spiritual person? Do you find the whole pubbing and clubbing scene to be boring? Are you tired of kissing frogs hoping to find your prince? Tired of meaningless relationships that are built on lies lust deciebt and betrayal that always crumble precisely because of that? Are you ready for a real relationship built on truthfulness, respect, reciprocation and love?
Me: 30 years old, 6'0", long light brown hair, green eyes, fit, strong and tender.
Looking for: An honest woman. (One who knows what she wants would be a plus)
email address: email@example.com
yahoo messenger: k_r_s_n_a
PLEASE DO NOT CONTACT ME WITHOUT A PHOTO.
Conversation Starters (i.e. what you'd like to do on a first date...)
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.