My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
So long as youth and thou are of one date,
But when in thee time’s furrows I behold,
Then look I death my days should expiate:
For all that beauty that doth cover thee
Is but the seemly raiment of my heart,
Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me.
How can I then be elder than thou art?
О therefore, love, be of thyself so wary
As I not for myself but for thee will,
Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so chary
As tender nurse her babe from faring ill:
Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain;
Thou gav’st me thine, not to give back again.

Birthday card

from Paris


…и 69 кг. Зато у нас в ванной прекрасный свет, что не нужно никакого фотошопа. На самом деле я фотографировала Сашино жемчужное ожерелье. Видишь, какой длины оно получилось?