Randomly? The title of this entry is from a poem I came across recently, I don't know if you've read it, [I posted it a while back (http://borg-princess.livejournal.com/71512.html)] but just 'coz:

Renouncement

I must not think of thee; and, tired yet strong,
I shun the love that lurks in all delight-
The love of thee- and in the blue heaven's height,
and in the dearest passage of a song.
Oh, just beyond the sweetest thoughts that throng
this breast, the thought of thee waits hidden yet bright;
But it must never, never come in sight;
I must stop short of thee the whole day long.
But when sleep comes to close each difficult day,
When night gives pause to the long watch I keep,
And all my bonds I needs must loose apart,
Must doff my will as raiment laid away
With the first dream that comes with the first sleep
I run, I run, I am gather'd to thy heart...'

-Alice Meynell