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Post by Marguerite on Feb 15, 2008 0:56:22 GMT -5
October-
You know I am terrible with English, so I have to use other people's words to say what I mean. So here:
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-fixèd mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth 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.
-Julien
P.S. Love you.
P.P.S. Look for the roses.
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