It’s the day of looooove. Go out and spread some.

Apparently, I have a dinner party back at the place to celebrate my sister’s step mom’s birthday. <sarcasm> oh…yay </sarcasm>

In other news, a very lovely bouquet of flowers arrived on my doorstep - despite my obvious lack of a boyfriend. (I’m not complaining, they smell really good.)

Thank you to whichever stranger thought kindly enough of me to send me some flowers :).

Now, I shall leave you all with a loverly love poem to get you feeling all gooshie inside.

Love Not Me For Comely Grace
by Author Unknown

Love not me for comely grace,
For my pleasing eye or face;
Nor for any outward part,
No, nor for a constant heart:
For these may fail or turn to ill,
So thou and I shall sever.
Keep, therefore, a true woman’s eye,
And love me still, but know not why;
So hast thou the same reason still
To doat upon me ever.

(10 second translation: love unconditionally.)

Now, one for the folks who mayhap been burned by love.

When I Was One-And-Twenty
by A. E. Housman

When I was one-and-twenty
I heard a wise man say,
“Give crowns and pounds and guineas
But not your heart away;
Give pearls away and rubies
But keep your fancy free.”
But I was one-and-twenty,
No use to talk to me.

When I was one-and-twenty
I heard him say again,
“The heart out of the bosom
Was never given in vain;
‘Tis paid with sighs a plenty
And sold for endless rue.”
And I am two-and-twenty,
And oh, ’tis true, ’tis true.