Impétuosité de Sri...: moths and butterflies

Love is measured in butterflies.

Lust is measured in... thoughts.

Don't ask me to explain.

sri'ism

~ single girl living and working in the city and has plenty of spice to offer the world. smart and sophisticated yet sometimes confused and frustrated. and often misunderstood by others... can best described as a free spirit that is sometimes caged by her own fears and insecurities. her life is interesting. she has been lucky in that; had many funny, sad, strange and crazy experiences. she loves to tell stories but not much of a chatter. so, blogging has become her portal to talk to the world. ~

Sonnet

Sonnet 31
Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have supposed dead,
And there reigns love and all love's loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought buried.
How many a holy and obsequious tear
Hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye
As interest of the dead, which now appear
But things removed that hidden in thee lie!
Thou art the grave where buried love doth live,
Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone,
Who all their parts of me to thee did give;
That due of many now is thine alone:
Their images I loved I view in thee,
And thou, all they, hast all the all of me.

Shakespeare

Impétuosité de Sri...

Monday 12 February 2007

moths and butterflies

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