Happy Valentine's Day

A very happy Valentine's Day to all my flist. ♥

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints!---I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!---and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

SONNET #43, FROM THE PORTUGUESE
By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Thank you so much for the cards (e & paper!) & the virtual roses & bubbly. ♥
I'm so lucky to have such wonderful friends.
*hugs*

Which makes me a really bad person as I'm repaying that love with crack!fic. *g*
A while back, saldemonium gave me a fic prompt of 'McShep: lip gloss, mistletoe & spiked punch' & so I, of course, immediately thought Valentine fic!!!! ;-)

Check out the crack here:~

The gate room looked like it had been decorated by a team of colour-blind sixth graders. The bastard love child of Cupid and Hallmark had obviously puked up over everything, and any and all available surfaces were strewn with Pepto-Bismol pink hearts and doves and god only knew what else.

♥ ♥ ♥

Happy Valentine's Day

A very happy Valentine's Day to all my flist. ♥

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints!---I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!---and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

SONNET #43, FROM THE PORTUGUESE
By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Thank you so much for the cards (e & paper!) & the virtual roses & bubbly. ♥
I'm so lucky to have such wonderful friends.
*hugs*

Which makes me a really bad person as I'm repaying that love with crack!fic. *g*
A while back, saldemonium gave me a fic prompt of 'McShep: lip gloss, mistletoe & spiked punch' & so I, of course, immediately thought Valentine fic!!!! ;-)

Check out the crack here:~

The gate room looked like it had been decorated by a team of colour-blind sixth graders. The bastard love child of Cupid and Hallmark had obviously puked up over everything, and any and all available surfaces were strewn with Pepto-Bismol pink hearts and doves and god only knew what else.

♥ ♥ ♥