Thursday, March 17, 2011

An Anniversary


Book of Love
Originally uploaded by Bows and Arrows
“The happiest women, like the happiest nations, have no history”
George Eliot

Four years ago today, BeefyGeek asked me the Question of questions. Neither of us was wearing green.

Thank you for asking Heart's Own.

You give me music.

The Book Of Love

The book of love is long and boring
No one can lift the damn thing
It's full of charts and facts and figures,
and instructions for dancing

But I
I love it when you read to me
And you
You can read me anything

The book of love has music in it
In fact that's where music comes from
Some of it's just transcendental
Some of it's just really dumb

But I
I love it when you sing to me
And you
You can sing me anything

The book of love is long and boring
And written very long ago
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
And things we're all too young to know

But I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings

And I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings
You ought to give me wedding rings

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