Thou mak’st me hot, O swain of mine, afire with passion, sure,
and art my furnace, blazing beau, so flaming your allure;
What is it getteth in my groove that thou hast, O my heart?
How heat I up, so quickly broiled, as roasting from the start?
Mayhap, thou sneaky Devil, thou hast dropped affection’s bomb
When I misjudged it literal and went to Match.com!
you crack me up. 😀
Gracious. I should probably keep some of the duct tape I just promised to Midwestern Plant Girl handy! 😉
wow – I consider the image a first class art, classical, speaks by itself!
I’m glad you enjoyed it! 🙂
hahaha…hahaha…hahaha…this is fantastic!!! LOVE it!!! 😀
Just consider it a cautionary tale so you won’t get burned! 😉
Thank you for the laugh Kathryn! Wonderful! 😄
Nothing I like better than sharing a laugh, my sweet! 😀
Oops… ha ha. MATCH.com. I get it.
(((muffled laughter up her own sleeve)))
watch out for those mysterious spells! XD
No kidding! Danger is everywhere, I tells ya. 😀
Ah, the old mixeth with the new! 🙂
‘Struth, forsooth! 😉
If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were the subject of the *previous* post!
This picture gives us a real heat of love. Good work and keep it up.
Many thanks, my friend, for the kind comment and for visiting here!