Day 4

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~ The next day ~

Vergil: Come hither, my sparrows, my little arrows.

If a tear or a smile will a man beguile,

If an amorous delay clouds a sunshiny day,

If the step of a foot smites the heart to its root,

‘Tis a marrige ring… makes each fairy a king.

You: Ah, hi Verg!

V: I bid you a good day.

Y: Oh! Thank you.

Y: =)

~ Later that afternoon ~

V: The modest rose puts forth a thorn,

The humble sheep a threat'ning horn,

While the lily white shall in love delight,

Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.

Y: That’s so sweet!

Y: >\\<

V: I hope you have a wonderful afternoon.

Y: Thanks Verg.

Y: =D

~ Later that evening ~

V: Sleep! Sleep! Beauty bright,

Dreaming o'er the joys of night,

Sleep! Sleep! In thy sleep,

Little sorrows sit and weep.

Y: Hello again Verg!

Y: Umm, at least u know the timezone unlike Dante

Y: =D

V: Sweet babe in thy face,

Soft desires I can trace,

Secret joys and secret smiles,

Little pretty infant wiles.

Y: Is that?

Y: It’s Blake isn’t it?

V: As thy softest limbs I feel,

Smiles as of the morning steal,

O'er thy cheek, and o'er thy breast,

Where thy little heart does rest.

V: O! The cunning wiles that creep,

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