Flautapantera wrote:My mother has this strange Valentine's Day tradition of giving her daughters underwear (which has since evolved to lingerie) and chocolate. So...panties and sweets for all of the lovely LG15 ladies!
That is so cute! I love that.
My mom has sent my sisters and I a dozen roses for valentines day every year since I can remember.
She always told us not to rely on a man to buy us flowers, that as long as she was alive we would have them.
But you can call me chisa chan.... or cheese.
Vote 'mute in '08! - because Paris Hilton and P. Diddy will both talk about it for months without acctually doing it themselves.
"Celebrate we will for life is short but sweet for certain."
Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.
-- William Shakespeare
They do not love that do not show their love.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.
-- William Shakespeare
For thy sweet love remember’d such Wealth brings,
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
-- William Shakespeare
I'll follow you and make a heaven out of hell, and I'll die by your hand which I love so well.
-- William Shakespeare
In thy face I see honor, truth and loyalty.
-- William Shakespeare
Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.
-- William Shakespeare
Love goes toward love.
-- William Shakespeare
…Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or Bends with the remover to remove.
O, no! It is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken.
It is the star to every wandering bark,
whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
-- William Shakespeare
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
-- William Shakespeare
Love is a smoke 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.
-- William Shakespeare
Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.
-- William Shakespeare
Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds.
-- William Shakespeare
They do not love that do not show their love.
-- William Shakespeare
The courses of true love never did run smooth.
-- William Shakespeare
A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart.
-- William Shakespeare
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
-- William Shakespeare
Love is a spirit of all compact of fire.
-- William Shakespeare
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
-- William Shakespeare
My bounty is as deep as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
-- William Shakespeare
My heart is ever at your service.
-- William Shakespeare
So they lov’d as love in twain
Had the essence but in one;
Two distinct, divisions none…
-- William Shakespeare
One half of me is yours, the other half yours-
Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours,
And so all yours!
-- William Shakespeare
Love comforteth like sunshine after rain.
-- William Shakespeare
Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.
-- William Shakespeare
Such is my love, to thee I so belong,
That for thy right myself will bear all wrong.
-- William Shakespeare
When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew.
-- William Shakespeare
I'll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew.
-- William Shakespeare
If music be the food of love, play on
-- William Shakespeare
No sooner met but they looked;
No sooner looked but they loved;
No sooner loved but they sighed;
No sooner signed but they asked one another the reason;
No sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy;
And in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage...
-- William Shakespeare, As Your Like It
Doubt thou the stars are fire,
Doubt the sun doth move,
Doubt truth to be a liar
but never doubt thy love.
-- William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act II, Scene II
What ever happened to that girl BA?
BA Tells Lies.
Some things are secret for a reason.
There are people whose lives are dedicated to keeping them that way.
Flautapantera wrote:My mother has this strange Valentine's Day tradition of giving her daughters underwear (which has since evolved to lingerie) and chocolate. So...panties and sweets for all of the lovely LG15 ladies!
That is so cute! I love that.
My mom has sent my sisters and I a dozen roses for valentines day every year since I can remember.
She always told us not to rely on a man to buy us flowers, that as long as she was alive we would have them.
aww thats even sweeter!
What ever happened to that girl BA?
BA Tells Lies.
Some things are secret for a reason.
There are people whose lives are dedicated to keeping them that way.
Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women,
There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry.
There's a lobby with nine hundred windows,
There's a tree where the doves go to die.
There's a piece that was torn from the morning,
And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost.
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay.
Take this waltz, take this waltz,
Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws.
Oh I want you, I want you, I want you,
On a chair with a dead magazine,
In the cave at the tip of the lily,
In some hallway where love's never been.
On a bed where the moon has been sweating,
In a cry filled with footsteps and sand.
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay.
Take this waltz, take this waltz,
Take its broken waist in your hand.
This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz,
With its very own breath of brandy and Death,
Dragging its tail in the sea.
There's a concert hall in Vienna
Where your mouth had a thousand reviews.
There's a bar where the boys have stopped talking.
They've been sentenced to death by the blues.
Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture
With a garland of freshly cut tears?
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay.
Take this waltz, take this waltz,
Take this waltz it's been dying for years.
There's an attic where children are playing
Where I've got to lie down with you soon,
In a dream of Hungarian lanterns,
In the mist of some sweet afternoon.
And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow,
All your sheep and your lilies of snow.
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
With its "I'll never forget you, you know!"
This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
With its very own breath of brandy and Death,
Dragging its tail in the sea.
And I'll dance with you in Vienna,
I'll be wearing a river's disguise,
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder,
My mouth on the dew of your thighs.
And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
With the photographs there, and the moss,
And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty
My cheap violin and my cross.
And you'll carry me down on your dancing
To the pools that you lift on your wrist.
Oh my love, oh my love,
Take this waltz, take this waltz,
It's yours now. It's all that there is.
I have dreamed of you so much that you are no longer real.
Is there still time for me to reach your breathing body, to kiss your mouth and make your dear voice come alive again?
I have dreamed of you so much that my arms, grown used to being crossed on my chest as I hugged your shadow, would perhaps not bend to the shape of your body. For faced with the real form of what has haunted me and governed me for so many days and years, I would surely become a shadow.
O scales of feeling.
I have dreamed of you so much that surely there is no more time for me to wake up. I sleep on my feet prey to all the forms of life and love, and you, the only one who counts for me today, I can no more touch your face and lips than touch the lips and face of some passerby.
I have dreamed of you so much, have walked so much, talked so much, slept so much with your phantom, that perhaps the only thing left for me is to become a phantom among phantoms, a shadow a hundred times more shadow than the shadow that moves and goes on moving, brightly, over the sundial of your life.
-Robert Desnos
Lorca and Desnos are wonderful, sensual poets. Great for Valentine's Day.
Tenser, said the Tensor.
Tenser, said the Tensor.
Tension, apprehension,
And dissension have begun.