Sonnet XVII
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
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WHEN R WE GNG SOUL GARDEN?!!?
HAHA.
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though i made plans alrdy n u're a dood BUT STILL
anw i think u should be a surgeon/mathetician/dentist la not doctor since u dont do bio hmmm
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but i like dakota fanning. k no link but i think she damn cooolioooosssss (:
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haha jake is hot what but DITTOS ON THE BAD TASTE PART teeheeheez
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