dolorous interludes.

As silently as death steals life, and as insidiously as corruption feed minds, heartful treasures fade like prints on old film tickets that the sentimental keeps for remembrance: euphoria that rung on cupid's harp seep away into a distant tune, and as with every grandoise enchanting evening affair, lovers part amicably with all of its rightful courtesies. but aye, perhaps the gentleman with the tall hat didn't quite feel his lady's heavy heart- she was always so fond of masquerades.

posted by voyeur @ 1/16/2005 02:42:00 AM