tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1211494954842204519.post6611104926775046786..comments2012-11-08T09:16:17.053-04:00Comments on Loqwacious: EROSAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13535431171812973999noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1211494954842204519.post-82494548278629929532011-02-15T05:57:07.683-04:002011-02-15T05:57:07.683-04:00Eros was forever young
The fates told his mother w...Eros was forever young<br />The fates told his mother why<br />Anteros was bornDavid Schneiderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14499912819892977673noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1211494954842204519.post-39488040023098050382011-02-14T13:30:23.956-04:002011-02-14T13:30:23.956-04:00My Shy Valentine '
since several years back e...My Shy Valentine '<br /><br />since several years back every Valentines Day wherever i may be; a dozen long stemmed RED RED ROSES are delivered to my home; or office or whichever part of the country/ world i may be.<br /><br />signed " your secret admirer "<br /><br />sigh! . is he for real - up to when till<br />he'll divulge himself? the roses are lovely , i wouldn't mind chocolates too... he he he.Ysabelunahttp://twitter.com/Ysabelunanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1211494954842204519.post-426633554626944082011-02-14T12:03:21.327-04:002011-02-14T12:03:21.327-04:00Psyche caused Eros pain,
Because she was so vain.
...Psyche caused Eros pain,<br />Because she was so vain.<br /><br /> Until a cousin named Cupid,<br /> Called him stupid;<br /><br />He knew there was no more to gain.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12767576116364991438noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1211494954842204519.post-69261348195793671322011-02-14T11:35:28.596-04:002011-02-14T11:35:28.596-04:00Taking some liberty here. Crazy, short, lyrics. :)...Taking some liberty here. Crazy, short, lyrics. :)[> The Rose]<br /><br />Some say love, it is a parent<br />that frowns at a tender deed.<br />Some say love it is a rodent<br />that bites until you bleed.<br />Some say love it is a desire<br />to mate until you sire<br />I say love is a Martini<br />with passion in a bikini.<br /><br />It's the sun tired of shining<br />that draws the curtains shut<br />It's the glass afraid of breaking<br />waiting near the cold punch jug.<br />It's the kiss from frozen lips<br />tasting of sweet red wine.<br />And the bowl of potato chips<br />before we sit and dine<br /><br />When the day has been too lonely<br />this 14th of February.<br />When no card has come in the mail,<br />When Eros tries, to no avail.<br />Just remember the Martini<br />the glass, and the bikini.<br />Get online <br />for a quick escape,<br />there you'll find<br />perfect love on tape.Wifsiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00908931828876403119noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1211494954842204519.post-90444999814880462702011-02-14T09:53:20.485-04:002011-02-14T09:53:20.485-04:00But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks...But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?<br />It is the east, and Juliet is the sun! <br />Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, <br />Who is already sick and pale with grief, <br /><br />See! how she leans her cheek upon her hand: <br />O! that I were a glove upon that hand, <br />That I might touch that cheek. <br /><br />O! speak again, bright angel; for thou art <br />As glorious to this night, being o’er my head, <br />As is a winged messenger of heaven<br /><br />O! be some other name: <br />What’s in a name? that which we call EROS <br />By any other name would smell as sweet;<br />So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d, <br />Retain that dear perfection which he owes <br />Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name; <br />And for that name, which is no part of thee,<br />Take all myself.TiddKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06194335182530169873noreply@blogger.com