User:Phaedriel/Today/June 11, 2007

Today is Acalamari's day!   Love is like the wild rose-briar, Friendship like the holly-tree... The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms But which will bloom most constantly?

The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring, Its summer blossoms scent the air; Yet wait till winter comes again... And who will call the wild-briar fair?

Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now And deck thee with the holly's sheen, That when December blights thy brow He may still leave thy garland green.

Emily Brontë

Happy Day, Acalamari!