Aug. 26th, 2002
*blinks* Any lurkers about?
Aug. 26th, 2002 07:32 amI'd do as some have done and ask who my lurkers are, but then I remembered that I have anonymous comments turned off. Sad, that, at times.
But I just don't feel right about letting people I can't see talk in my journal.
However, if I have any lurkers who would like to get a journal and then talk to me, feel free to hit me up at butterfly_in_motion@hotmail.com and I'll set you up with an account code. Please title the email "LJ Lurker" so that it doesn't go into my trash.
But I just don't feel right about letting people I can't see talk in my journal.
However, if I have any lurkers who would like to get a journal and then talk to me, feel free to hit me up at butterfly_in_motion@hotmail.com and I'll set you up with an account code. Please title the email "LJ Lurker" so that it doesn't go into my trash.
Shakespeare Sonnet LXXXIII
Aug. 26th, 2002 12:08 pmI never saw that you did painting need
And therefore to your fair no painting set;
I found, or thought I found, you did exceed
The barren tender of a poet's debt;
And therefore have I slept in your report,
That you yourself being extant well might show
How far a modern quill doth come too short,
Speaking of worth, what worth in you doth grow.
This silence for my sin you did impute,
Which shall be most my glory, being dumb;
For I impair not beauty being mute,
When others would give life and bring a tomb.
There lives more life in one of your fair eyes
Than both your poets can in praise devise.
In other words, this person is just too beautiful for words. Awww...
And therefore to your fair no painting set;
I found, or thought I found, you did exceed
The barren tender of a poet's debt;
And therefore have I slept in your report,
That you yourself being extant well might show
How far a modern quill doth come too short,
Speaking of worth, what worth in you doth grow.
This silence for my sin you did impute,
Which shall be most my glory, being dumb;
For I impair not beauty being mute,
When others would give life and bring a tomb.
There lives more life in one of your fair eyes
Than both your poets can in praise devise.
In other words, this person is just too beautiful for words. Awww...