Tally

It's up to 13,368 now...

Actually, you have 1 credit, so that makes it 13,367!

Ouch.

Oh my!

It will hurt me more than it will hurt you. Hehe.

Sylvia, will you be my Valentine?

Shakespeare: 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.