nice body & soxThe socks get me EVERY FUCKING TIME!
I always hear about you not being able to trust guys anymore because you’ve been cheated on, lied to, or just treated badly in past relationships. You say you’re waiting for a “good guy,” but when you find a GREAT guy you ignore him. You call him your bestfriend, brother, or something of the same…
thank you finally a lady understands
On this, Saint Valentine of Rome celebrated day,
I send word of my true outlooks for the first time,
I think purely of you; you are a silvery lily of the finest bouquet,
Filled with the spirit, the lulling heart and soul of the Divine.
In contrast, I am the dull but romanticized day of Death,
Whose multiple waving petals raise and bloom once a year to sniff the frigid air of others grief,
As the gathered millions of tortured spectres join hands to draw in a collective last breath,
Before the final flag is waved, the ending, the wreath.
You are life and happiness and joy,
Your rose-petal cheeks make those around you sallow and hollow,
Quite simply, such method as a sonnet I decided to employ,
As, according to Chaucer, such a useless holiday would be made brilliant to follow,
For he believed: ‘This was Saint Valentine’s Day, when every bird cometh there to choose his mate.’
-anonymous


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