The 12th Sundrop

[tangledintower]

...Everybody is talking strangely...

It's funny. When I was younger, Mother brought me this book of poetry by this English playwright, and it was all about love and life. I think she was trying to teach me something about the world, but I was too young to understand it.

Though, there was this one poem I remember. The man who wrote it sounded like he was insulting this woman he said he loved...I never understood it. He loved her, but kept saying everything that was wrong with her...Mother said that by pointing out her flaws, the man was trying to say that no matter how many things weren't right with her, he loved her anyway. Just like how my mother loved me.

I think I liked that poem, but it's been a long time since I've read it...does anybody know what I'm talking about? It'd be nice to read it again...

Comments

[renegare.livejournal.com]

Not pointing out flaws doesn't erase them.

[tangledintower.livejournal.com]

I know that. I think that's why Mother likes to point them out, because if nobody says them we can't fix them, right?

[renegare.livejournal.com]

Wrong.

[tangledintower.livejournal.com]

Wrong?

[renegare.livejournal.com]

Wrong.

[tangledintower.livejournal.com]

Oh...

[renegare.livejournal.com]

Go paint on air.

[tangledintower.livejournal.com]

You can do that?

[renegare.livejournal.com]

[ The point... Rapunzel... ]

You can't work on what you can't see with your own eyes.

[tangledintower.livejournal.com]

[...Oh! Oh, she gets it now.]

...heh...sorry for not getting that earlier...

But that makes sense.

[brokemysmolder.livejournal.com]

Marry, madam, she hath committed false report; moreover, she hath spoken untruths; secondarily, she doth slander; sixth and lastly; she hath belied a lady; thirdly, she hath verified unjust things; and, to conclude, she's wrong.

[tangledintower.livejournal.com]

Hehe, you're doing it too, Eugene! Ooops. Sorry. I mean, Flynn!

...you really think she's wrong? If I'm understanding you right?

[brokemysmolder.livejournal.com]

As they say, when the age is in, the wit is out: God help us! Well, God's a good man; an two men ride of a horse, one must ride behind. An honest soul, i' faith, sir; by my troth he is, as ever broke bread; but God is to be worshipped; all men are not alike.

[tangledintower.livejournal.com]

...Uhhhmm...

[She only sort of understands.]

[brokemysmolder.livejournal.com]

And Mistress, sir, do not forget to specify, when time and place shall assert, that I am SO SICK OF THIS CURSE!

[tangledintower.livejournal.com]

[This just makes her laugh.]

Oh, Eugene...its only for a day...

[brokemysmolder.livejournal.com]

Are you good men and cursed?

[tangledintower.livejournal.com]

I don't think I'm cursed...I'm not talking all fancy like you and the others are...