By William Shakespeare
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took
And each doth good turns now unto the other:
When that mine eye is famish’d for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
With my love’s picture then my eye doth feast,
And to the painted banquet bids my heart;
Another time mine eye is my heart’s guest,
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part:
So, either by thy picture or my love,
Thyself away art present still with me;
For thou not further than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them and they with thee;
Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart to heart’s and eye’s delight.
One reason to read badfic: You may come across a line like this and laugh harder than you have in hours: "Grasping the slim waste in front of him..."
I think I have developed a shaggy Viggo fetish. Please tell me that this can be cured.
And speaking of shaggy men
Sorry about the Dawson's Creek default icon. It's the last week ever that the show's on the air and I am allowing myself to wallow a little.
Am off to have lunch with cara_chapel whom I have known for nearly a decade online yet have never met. Should I wear my Viggo "War Is Not The Answer" shirt so she'll know I'm the real thing? Or should I wear my Janeway t-shirt to make her scream? Heh!
One final bit of spam, from kirana_44:
I am a rude kitten with a little pink butt
Which cute or possibly strange kitten are you?
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