Are you really Manti Te O?
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! its an ever-fixed mark,That looks on.Tempests and is never shaken;it is the star to every wandering bark,whose worth is unknown,although his height be taken.
Love's not Time is ....,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 has ever loved.....shakespeare
Ps,Don I have underwear older than that buck.......Just kidding I mean tee shirts...lol..(:o)
Have you and JJ consumated your relationship yet.You can tell me.I won't tell Anthony or Nick.I promise.
How can I translate upon this page love's virtue,how is it possible to give a voice to my heart that
you have so fully inebriated with her,how when the wind whispers it is your song it warms and plants upon my lips........Crystal Gayles "Midnight in the Dessert"
My darling,the days minutes trace your outline,every centimeter of your silhouette framed like a masterpiece,the seconds like paint keenly brush stroked upon the canvas you have so gracefully decreed to my possession.If I am to be its caretaker then I accept the honour willingly.(:o)I feel the passion swell within me,engorging every facet of my being,my mind races in circles shaped like heartbeats,fluttering your sweet name.My love,time stands still and holds your hand,it writes each letter of your name with the most beautiful calligraphy ever handcrafted.You are more perfect than a rose,every petal equally proportioned and imbuled with divinity.
I take steps back in awe of your cherry blossom cheeks,your iridescent eyes that make me forget the minute that just swept by,and yet even there you "linger".My sweetheart our flesh is interwoven,together the tapestry sheds its silk in passionate lines,every letter belonging to this union that beams with sunshine.You are the blue sky swimming,the leaves of autumn that bleed crimson kisses,the winter white of every snow angel made with love.
You are love my dear,so please do not ask me to translate love's virtue,let me just nestle upon your brow like a butterfly and soak in your radiance,let me sleep under your bedroom eyes aquamarine and dream of nothing else.