With Valentine’s Day just around the corner, I know many of you are probably wondering, “Donna, why don’t you write about your boyfriend anymore?” I will admit, it’s been hard with him away. Don’t get me wrong, I trust him. I know he loves my precious heart. But keep in mind, this Web site is called DONNAville, not JDFORTUNEville. Regardless, here are some sexy pictures he sent (via Rob Booth) to keep me company on these long, cold winter nights.
donnaville
sugar and spice and everything groovy
Just in time for Valentine’s Day, an 80 year old poem by Dorothy Parker:
Love Song
My own dear love, he is strong and bold
And he cares not what comes after.
His words ring sweet as a chime of gold,
And his eyes are lit with laughter.
He is jubilant as a flag unfurled —
Oh, a girl, she’d not forget him.
My own dear love, he is all my world, —
And I wish I’d never met him.
My love, he’s mad, and my love, he’s fleet,
And a wild young wood-thing bore him!
The ways are fair to his roaming feet,
And the skies are sunlit for him.
As sharply sweet to my heart he seems
As the fragrance of acacia.
My own dear love, he is all my dreams, —
And I wish he were in Asia.
My love runs by like a day in June,
And he makes no friends of sorrows.
He’ll tread his galloping rigadoon
In the pathway of the morrows.
He’ll live his days where the sunbeams start,
Nor could storm or wind uproot him.
My own dear love, he is all my heart, —
And I wish somebody’d shoot him.
Speaking of which…how goes it on the EHarmony front? I was rooting for you. Have you given up on it?
Completely