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Worth the Risk I just want you to know- In the quiet spaces of my heart, A wish begins to grow: To pursue you, to make a start. I want to take this leap, To risk it all for you, For in your presence, deep Within, I know it’s true- You are worth the risk, A treasure beyond compare. Win or lose, I won’t regret The love I choose to share. What matters most to me Is not the end, but this- That you feel, undeniably, How precious you truly is. So let me show you every day How lovable you are, How much you mean in every way- My guiding, shining star.

Hávamál The Words of Odin the High One from the Elder or Poetic Edda (Sæmund's Edda) Wisdom for Wanderers and Counsel to Guests Á hverjum dyrum, fyrr en maðr inn gengr, skygnast skyli, skoðast skyli, því óvíst er at vita ef óvinr sitr inni, fyrir á gólfi. Heilir, gefendr! Gestr er kominn; segit, hvar skal sitja inni? Mjök er brunninn sá er á bröndum vill sér varma og vél. Elds er þörf þeim er inn er kominn knefrörnum af kulda; matar og váða þarf sá maðr er hefir um hrímfönn farit. Vatns er þörf þeim er til verðar kemr, þerra og þjóðlaðrar boðu, merki góðs um vild, vild sé fengin, og aftr um daga. Vit er þörf þeim er víða ratar, þvíat auðvelt er heima; at augabragði verðr sá er sitr með vitrum ok ekki kann. Hrósi engi maðr á hyggju sinni, heldr gæti síns hugar.... Varúðigr ok þögull skal ganga í hús; þeim er varir, verðr sjaldan mein, þvíat engi finnr trygari vin en auðæfi hyggju. Varúðigr gestr er til verðar kemr, þegi með eyrum hlustandi; með eyrum skal hann hlýða, en augum líta; ...

  Hávamál The Words of Odin the High One from the Elder or Poetic Edda (Sæmund's Edda) Wisdom for Wanderers and Counsel to Guests 1. At every door-way, ere one enters, one should spy round, one should pry round for uncertain is the witting that there be no foeman sitting, within, before one on the floor 2. Hail, ye Givers! a guest is come; say! where shall he sit within? Much pressed is he who fain on the hearth would seek for warmth and weal. 3. He hath need of fire, who now is come, numbed with cold to the knee; food and clothing the wanderer craves who has fared o'er the rimy fell. 4. He craves for water, who comes for refreshment, drying and friendly bidding, marks of good will, fair fame if 'tis won, and welcome once and again. 5. He hath need of his wits who wanders wide, aught simple will serve at home; but a gazing-stock is the fool who sits mid the wise, and nothing knows. 6. Let no man glory in the greatness of his mind, but rather keep watch o'er his wits. Ca...