Hello all !
Can you hear these little charming birds singing under the warm sun ? Can you feel this fresh breeze which makes your hair dance softly in the air ?
Valentine's day is coming soon and for this special day, it seems the world is more beautiful than ever.
Let's express these sweet feelings and write love letters...
In fact ONE love letter each and to a special addressee : a love letter to Jackie
The three best love letter writers will receive a Jackie signed by the staff.
How these three letters will be chosen ?
By three admins : Mac_Leod , Garg CR and I
Your letter will have to force the tears from our eyes.
Several methods to succeed :
an exceptional lyricism
make us laugh
a hammer on our toes could make it maybe
I can't find another method
You have to write your love letter in the thread “Love me true”
This thread (“Love me tender) is where you could write comments.
Don't spam the other thread or I'll be angry and an angry Euzebe for Valentine's day is really nightmarish to see.
One letter each. Between 1500 and 3000 signs
End of this event 15/02/2009 24:00 (GMT +1)
Here some music to inspire you :
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Jackie is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!
If ever two were one, then surely we.
Although you may be part man i still love thee
My heart lusts for you evry second of every hour
With your destructive might and your breathtaking power
I prize thy love more than whole Mines of gold,
More than all of the riches that the French may hold hold.
My love is such that Rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee, give recompence.
In my angriest times the look of your face soothes me
With that blue cardigan and that unseen beauty
All ladies in the world cannot compete
To a lady so destructive, yet gently and sweet
As long as i live, my heart will always want thee
My beautiful lady, my lady, my Jackie