Well, I was going to have a quote for Thursday – a nice romantic one too. But then google went and gave me a new one. Acutally several in the intervening updates. Now, we have:
A truth that’s told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent. – William Blake.
Not so romantic.
ETA: Oooh, it came back.
I wished you were with me, love, joining/owning the absurd heat, making love hurriedly as if summer lived in an hourglass. — TM Stringfellow
now, wasn’t that sweet?