For the Love of a FoolAh, to be bitten by the sicknessthat is love. What sweet fever,delicious ache, beautiful catching breaths.There ere did I this sicknesswell avoid, striving in all mannerto keep loves labours abreast a me,so as mine heart might burn and scornfor revenge cold and hard inembers hot my soul.Then a foolish whirlwind blew meabout; grabbed my hands and took mewith him. One look and Iwas smitten, content to standbeneath a tree and watch theuniverse pass us by,lost in his eyes, devoured by his heart.To feel his heart beatis to feel mine.
I still can't believe some people. Ugh
[link]
(I hope you do not mind I posted your image there, I gave creds, I'll remove it if you mind!!!, just got so excited when I saw this image)