How To Handle A Woman (sung by King Arthur, you know the one)

"How to handle a woman?
There's a way," said the wise old man,
"A way known by ev'ry woman
Since the whole rigmarole began."

"Do I flatter her?" I begged him answer.
"Do I threaten or cajole or plead?
Do I brood or play the gay romancer?"
Said he, smiling: "No indeed.

How to handle a woman?
Mark me well, I will tell you, sir:
The way to handle a woman
Is to love her...simply love her...
Merely love her...love her...love her."

--camelot

On gloomy days filled with rain, and on sunny days that bring warm memories and sweet hope, and on ever variation in between, there are moments and sometimes hours filled with far away thoughts, deep questions so confusing you aren't sure whether it'd be more fitting to put a question mark at the end or a comma. There are days when you feel like today is the day when you will be found, sitting in the grass suffering dreadfully from your allergies, and in that very moment when you consider going inside, there will stand before you the very person your heart has been dreaming of. Your eyes will know, and your words will shy away, knowing they aren't big enough for the moment that approaches... and the entire world will bow to the pure wonder of that exact moment in your life. And whether it is only the 7th time you've met or your 2 and a half year anniversary, may it never go away.

here's wishing a green and glorious may to all of you.