Fever

I love this man. And I sometimes forget to tell him. But he knows and he loves me back.

I don't have much else to say today, but I had a lovely, full weekend and have been feeling very creative and positive. And I'm starting to make summer plans, some of which could be very exciting. But for now I'm enjoying Spring, a little Spring fever, and being smitten with an awesome person.

For Poetry Month:
My Love Is Like to Iceby Edmund Spenser
My love is like to ice, and I to fire:
How come it then that this her cold is so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire,
But harder grows the more I her entreat?
Or how comes it that my exceeding heat
Is not allayed by her heart-frozen cold,
But that I burn much more in boiling sweat,
And feel my flames augmented manifold?
What more miraculous thing may be told,
That fire, which is congealed with senseless cold,
Should kindle fire by wonderful device?
Such is the power of love in gentle mind,
That it can alter all the course of kind.