CASTRO Jose Antonio * url's deleted by staff *
And in themselves their pride lies buried,
For at a frown they in their glory die.
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time* at all to spend,
Weighs not the dust and injury of age,
Nor gives to necessary wrinkles place,
That nothing me, a something sweet to thee:
Make but my name thy love, and love that still,
Last edited by GibtheGamer : 07-02-2006 at 04:34 PM.
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