My love is not the silver-white of snow,
With innocence and youth and purity;
My love cannot be pale and perfect. Though
The idle dreams of long-lost girls would show
Full measure of the things loves wished to be,
I, too, left these behind me long ago.
My love cannot be pink and roses, fair
And fragile, blushing hot then wilt away.
Indeed, my love is not so thin and bare!
A hearty, rich, and all-engrossing fare
To eat of just a month, a week, a day;
However long Ive breath and love to share.
Forsaking either leaves me just as dead:
My love is blood --
My love is not the silver-white of snow,
With innocence and youth and purity;
My love cannot be pale and perfect. Though
The idle dreams of long-lost girls would show
Full measure of the things loves wished to be,
I, too, left these behind me long ago.
My love cannot be pink and roses, fair
And fragile, blushing hot then wilt away.
Indeed, my love is not so thin and bare!
A hearty, rich, and all-engrossing fare
To eat of just a month, a week, a day;
However long Ive breath and love to share.
Forsaking either leaves me just as dead:
My love is blood --
My prof cancelled class yesterday due to the snow, so I spent the day working from the Fire Temple to the beginning of the Shadow Temple in Ocarina of Time. Apparently completing the Biggoron's Sword sidequest is smart to do before going against Shadow Link, since I managed to smash him in about 5 hits.
This was minorly disappointing, given the agony and angst surrounding that battle that I was accustomed to in my childhood.