17 July 2007

One I like

Ira sent me a list of "medieval pick up lines." Hidden among the usual run of single-entendres like "Hey, Princess, you wouldn't happen to know where a lonely knight could scabbard his sword, would you?" was this rather poetic bit:

If the Gods would grant me into anything of my liking, I'd become your tears. Born in your eyes, live on your cheek, and die on your lips.

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