My lips, two brushing pilgrims,
To smooth that touch with a tender kiss.
You are a lover,
Borrow Cupid's wings and soar
With them above, a common bound.
If love be rough with you,
Be rough with love.
I'm still not sure what the purpose of my blog is yet. I don't think it's going to be this fashion masterpiece which I imagined it to be. Just a little collection of thoughts, musings, music and pretty pictures.
Night night x x x