Your Obedient Serpent (athelind) wrote,
Your Obedient Serpent
athelind

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Twelve.

She's sitting on the couch, wholly absorbed in a Stephen King novel that she didn't get a chance to read when it came out.

We've been married 12 years today.

When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least,
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate

For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings,
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.


William Shakespeare - Sonnet #29

I love you, Fire of my Heart.



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