Paradise comes at a price
That I am not prepared to pay
What were we built for?
Could someone tell me please?
The good news is, she can't have babies
And wont accept gifts from me
What are they for?-Muse is my Muse

This post has been edited by Lavinia on 8 Apr 2008, 11:30
vos operor ignoro quam ego diligo vestri porro atrum saeta.
She is the sum of yourself and your dream.
Climb her like a monument, step after step-She is solid.
As for me, I am a watercolor -I wash off.