Thursday, January 12, 2012

A lovely conversation I had this evening.

Oh fairest Torwin, hailing from the Great Kingdom of Coffey, you pull my heart with every twinkle of your eye. Your voice is that of an angel's, and I am lost.

Brave Sir Luke, you have caught thine eye and made thine heartstrings flutter at the sound of thou's lute and the deeds of thys quests. I give my heart to thee.

Arent we cute.