Ah.. The sweet stench of rosebuds

The whole valentines thing has gone to far. What used to be a festival of love and curiosity, an epitome of flirting and happiness has been thoroughy bruised by the various industries. Just like christmas, in many ways.

My daylog contribution, therefore, shall be one of my favorite poems. It is written by Julie Horatia Ewing, and it is, imho, the most true love poem ever.

Gifts

You ask me what since we must part
You shall bring back to me.
Bring back a pure and faithful heart
As true as mine to thee.

You talk of gems from foreign lands,
Of treasure, spoil, and prize.
Ah love! I shall not search your hands
But look into your eyes.

My dear friends and family here on E2. I love you.

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