Last year I was trying hard to avoid the Kroger Valentine Tent of Shame and came up with what I thought was a creative, kid-like, construction paper idea.
This is the valentines that I gave to Jill last year.
The red glitter indicates the various surgeries that I've had over the past few years. I put the extra effort out to label the various scars as you can see with the silver pen. I spared no expense.
Here is the inside of the valentine -
shamelessly trying to score points.
Somehow the humor was lost in cardio-translation.
I wonder if the tent is still open?
Well, I have to take advantage of the convergence of
Friday and the 14th
by passing along the following.
SONNET 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no; it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no; it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
W. Shakespeare
And here is how I came to be aware of the 116th Sonnet:
Vanitas vanitatum omnia vanitas
