Monday, August 11, 2008

Shakesepare on Love

Monday, August 11, 2008
When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew.

Love is a smoked raised with the fume of sighs,
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes,
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears.
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.

Pilot ... Frizzy misses you, lots.

Je t'embrace ~ partout.