User:Phaedriel/Today/June 11, 2007

Today is Acalamari's day!

Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree...
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?

The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again...
And who will call the wild-briar fair?

Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That when December blights thy brow
He may still leave thy garland green.

Emily Brontë

Happy Day, Acalamari!