What light is light, if Erika be not seen?
What joy is joy, if Erika be not by?
Unless it be to think that she is by
And feed upon the shadow of perfection
Except I be by Erika in the night,
There is no music in the nightingale;
Unless I look on Erika in the day,
There is no day for me to look upon;
She is my essence, and I leave to be,
If I be not by her fair influence
Foster'd, illumined, cherish'd, kept alive.
Shakespeare
2 comments:
ooooh, now you're going to have to top this for Valentine's day... maybe putting Erika as the face that launched 1,000 ships?
I'm glad you still have a very sweet and tender side to you. You always did and I'm glad you and Erika have each other. Love you all.
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