O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
As a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear-
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
Eileen; sahkae@gmail.com
I line my eyes like a raccoon and my nail polish is always cracked.
Friday, September 9
Why is it that males cannot read between the lines, and females are aware of density in that field, yet choose to state things in rhymes. True that God made everyone equal.