Love writ more lovely than a summer’s day, less ruffled, less blemished, less deeply scarred, less the sullied victim of Time’s decay; alas, the figment of a love-bit bard. Dreamed far more perfect than is […]

Love writ more lovely than a summer’s day, less ruffled, less blemished, less deeply scarred, less the sullied victim of Time’s decay; alas, the figment of a love-bit bard. Dreamed far more perfect than is […]