i think i would actually marry whoever would read this to me! its the nicest poem... EVER!! |
OH, say not, my love, with that mortified air,That your spring-time of pleasure is flown,Nor bid me to maids that are younger repair,For those raptures that still are thine own.Though April his temple...
Posted by on Fri, 25 May 2007 05:22:00 GMT |
