whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
my heart is like an apple-tree
whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;
my heart is like a rainbow shell
that paddles in a halcyon sea;
my heart is gladder than all these,
because my love is come to me.
Raise me a daïs of silk and down;
hang it with vair and purple dyes;
carve it in doves and pomegranates,
and peacocks with a hundred eyes;
work it in gold and silver grapes,
in leaves and silver fleur-de-lys;
because the birthday of my life
is come, my love is come to me.
I felt like posting that....I probably won't get a chance to post tomorrow, y'see....what with two Easter Sunday masses to serve at and some Willem Dafoe to catch up on. :)
It's my birthday. My birthday. I'm twenty two! *tosses wig out the window*
Ok, I'm not. I'm 18....but I had to quote Mazzarini. :D
All signs are pointing to a good birthday. Did the Easter Vigil tonight.
Bailey....I'm so sorry I had to leave so abruptly and not come back. Ack....the whole damn thing went for two hours. x_x It took an hour just to do all the readings and psalms. Oy gevald...I don't think I'll serve at one of those again.
But, on the good side....I did get a lot of priests kissing me (friendly kisses, mind you. But I'm not fussy. ^^) and wishing me Happy Easter. I suspect Fr. Ian might be doing something for me....the padre had a devious smile on his face when I mentioned it. Hehe.
Anyway....and so to bed, I think. Loooong day tomorrow.