And the night, it never ends

[jobessobicoba]

Who else got chills and teary-eyed when the string quartet in Monica and Chandler's wedding played Everlong?

I have way too much estrogen.

How sweet I roamed from field to field
And tasted all the summer's pride,
'Til I the prince of love beheld
Who in the sunny beams did glide!

He shew'd me lilies for my hair,
And blushing roses for my brow;
He led me through his gardens fair,
Where all his golden pleasures grow.

With sweet May dews my wings were wet
And Phoebus fired my vocal rage;
He caught me in his silken net,
And shut me in his golden cage.

He loves to sit and hear me sing,
Then, laughing, sports and plays with me;
The stretches out my golden wing,
And mocks my loss of liberty.

How much do I love him.

I'm tired of pouting. Really. I'm going to fix it.