how can I measure up to anyone, now, after such a love as this?
"April is National Poetry Month, so when you see this, post a poem you like on your LJ"
She is neither pink nor pale,
And she never will be all mine;
She learned her hands in a fairy-tale,
And her mouth on a valentine.
She has more hair than she needs;
In the sun `tis a woe to me!
And her voice is a string of coloured beads,
Or steps leading into the sea.
She loves me all that she can,
And her ways to my ways resign;
But she was not made for any man,
And she never will be all mine.
"Witch-Wife", Edna St. Vincent Millay
In other news, weasel_sama has a friend who is giving away kittens and, if he can't find homes for all of them, will send the rest to the animal shelter. Don't make me adopt another pet, people! Express interest.
Have new music that must be shared. Will likely make music post soon. Also, fiction eats my brain.
She is neither pink nor pale,
And she never will be all mine;
She learned her hands in a fairy-tale,
And her mouth on a valentine.
She has more hair than she needs;
In the sun `tis a woe to me!
And her voice is a string of coloured beads,
Or steps leading into the sea.
She loves me all that she can,
And her ways to my ways resign;
But she was not made for any man,
And she never will be all mine.
"Witch-Wife", Edna St. Vincent Millay
In other news, weasel_sama has a friend who is giving away kittens and, if he can't find homes for all of them, will send the rest to the animal shelter. Don't make me adopt another pet, people! Express interest.
Have new music that must be shared. Will likely make music post soon. Also, fiction eats my brain.