Too Busy to Blog

I have been busy for several days now. There's so much I want to write here, like that beautiful evening I spent at the seawall at the CCP complex last week, the admirable wife of a man I'm working for, how my concept of an ideal man has changed drastically over the last couple of weeks (whew!), and so many other things. Unfortunately, I am just too physically tired right now to write about these things.

So let me entertain you instead with another beautiful poem by Christina Rossetti which, somehow, still reflects what I feel (naks!):

If there be any one can take my place
And make you happy whom I grieve to grieve,
Think not that I can grudge it, but believe
I do commend you to that nobler grace,
That readier wit than mine, that sweeter face;
Yea, since your riches made me rich, conceive
I too am crowned, while bridal crowns I weave,
And thread the bridal dance with jocund pace.
For if I did not love you, it might be
That I should grudge you some one dear delight;
But since the heart is yours that was mine own,
Your pleasure is my pleasure, right my right,
Your honourable freedom makes me free,
And you companioned I am not alone.