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Poem of the Day

February 14, 2009

    Vincent talking to Catherine


By Unknown (13th Century)

There are little traits that keep me bound...
I think of nothing else save the bright face of my lady--

Ah me! Her swan-white throat, her strong chin,
Her fresh laughing mouth which daily seems to say,
"Come kiss me, love, kiss me once again!

Her regal nose, her smiling grey eyes--
(That thieve to steal a lover's heart)--
And her brown tresses that wildly fly.
Each have wounded me as with a dart

So amorous are these that I deem they will slay me.
Ah God, ah God! Alas, who will save me?

    Catherine smiling at Vincent    

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Vicky         2/14/2009 7:26:10 AM
Beautiful... just perfect for this day!

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