And streakers. Can't have football without someone streaking across the pitch. o/ */CUE I'LL MAKE A MAN OUT OF YOU*
A-Aaaaah. ;AAAA; England why do you write all this poetry about Port but never tell him? They are so dere, good god.
If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say I love her for her smile--her look--her way Of speaking gently,--for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and certes brought A sense of ease on such a day-- For these things in themselves, Belovèd, may Be changed, or change for thee,--and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheek dry,-- A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby! But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity.
You have to admit, everyone loves writing Port love poetry. Even France did it (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Letters_of_a_Portuguese_Nun). XDDD
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Date: 2010-06-10 10:01 am (UTC)And streakers. Can't have football without someone streaking across the pitch. o/ */CUE I'LL MAKE A MAN OUT OF YOU*
A-Aaaaah. ;AAAA; England why do you write all this poetry about Port but never tell him? They are so dere, good god.
If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only. Do not say
I love her for her smile--her look--her way
Of speaking gently,--for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of ease on such a day--
For these things in themselves, Belovèd, may
Be changed, or change for thee,--and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheek dry,--
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity.
You have to admit, everyone loves writing Port love poetry. Even France did it (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Letters_of_a_Portuguese_Nun). XDDD