Wednesday, August 18, 2010

I do not ask for other gems;


Flashing with frost and fire

The sky's undying diadems

Shall be my love's attire.

Emeralds, that into rubies melt

Upon the brow of night,

I've taken from Orion's belt

To make her girdle bright.
(JEWELS. A YOUNG MAN TO A MERCHANT by Herbert Asquith)
Look at these beauties . . .a new vendor for August!  You'll want to snap up every one of her treasures to make your girdle bright (OK LOL, I have no idea how many I would have to buy to cover my girdle let alone make it bright! . . . )



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