Poetry = LOVE 4 EVA

So I have a darling boyfriend (Harry) who I had the opportunity of spending my Valentine's Day with, which we spent working and doing homework and watching bits of Clue for the 5th time in the last week (though I did make steak with a chocolate sauce, because CHOCO=LOVE). However, I am an English major and therefore have a soft spot for poetry and the romantic. So, in honor of this national acknowledgement of passion, I decided to make a bit of effort and recite some poetry to Harry for Valentine's Day. I picked this perfect little gem from Dickinson's collection.

The Heart asks Pleasure - first -

And then - excuse from Pain -

And then - those little Anodynes

That deaden suffering -

And then - to go sleep -

And then - if it should be

The will of it's Inquisitor

The privilege to die -

Harry didn't respond well to the poem, which confused me. I thought that reading poetry was romantic and lovely? Maybe it was the fact that I was dying of laughter the entire time I was reciting it, but I guess I'll never know for sure.

I decided to play the song "Stranger" by Billy Joel right afterward to cheer him up, insisting that this beautiful song really spoke volumes about our relationship, but he didn't seem to appreciate that one either.

So I bought him chocolates and everyone's happy. HURRAY LOVE