Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.(see the heart shapes)...they were all gone at the end of the night. Earlier last week, I attempted heart shaped cocoa macarons with strawberry cream filling. Sophia, got ultra excited that they were heart shaped then asked me to make her a candy cane one (what?!) and because I love her I said, "okey dokey!"
|I HEART these people!|