The Clod and the Pebble.

[viciousyndicate]

"Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a heaven in hell's despair."

So sung a little Clod of Clay,
Trodden with the cattle's feet,
But a Pebble of the brook
Warbled out these metres meet:

"Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to its delight,
Joys in another's loss of

Comments

[cheap_and_vile]

thanks again for the ride to work.
you are a sweet lady!

[viciousyndicate]

NP... anytime, fer REAL...unless I got somewhere to be. HA.

You are awesome.