An analogy of spring and romance.

“Lying is an Art; it is never a sin.” Controversial quote I learned from sweetest friend ever.

Who dropped a feather, picked up by the Lad. Merrying felt he had been cheated and cried, ‘revenge is needed’.

He wept with dismay…

There once was a prim sweet lass, who met with a cad of a lad…

Poem about a lad expected to save the people.

My life is black.

Many girls shout out their love for you, you are the lad of their dreams who hasn’t come true…

A boy pleasing the girl he is courting.

The misfortune of a lass in attempting to find a romantic inclination in a lad that is just matter of fact and pretense of “I have no clue about what you are getting at.”