(2016 NaNoWriMo) Captain's Log, Day 20
How did my day go?
Waking up to gloom and gray skies never makes for a good writing day for me. Instead of dwelling on that, though, I decided to get other things (and 570 words) accomplished. And no one wants to hear about that because it makes for a boring post.
One of the "things" I did that you might be interested in is looking up a "love poem generator." Yes, I need some song lyrics or love poems and I figured someone out there could help me. Well, I found out that sometimes generators are not the way to go, as evidenced by this poem:
Love You Always
In summertime, our love is delicate, like lilacs floating in the breeze.
In wintertime, our love is warm — it shimmers from heart to toes.
If skies are blue, our love is joy — two people listening in the sun.
If thunder rolls our love is blessed, a refuge from the falling rain.
When spring flowers bloom, our love is bold, like crimson petals on the orchid.
When autumn leaves fall, our love is , shining bright like a harvest sunset.
From Christmas till Easter our love will continue to run.
From season to season I love you always! My one, my only, my darling.
I'm thinking that someone I know would do a better job than this, right? So point me in the right direction, friends.
Waking up to gloom and gray skies never makes for a good writing day for me. Instead of dwelling on that, though, I decided to get other things (and 570 words) accomplished. And no one wants to hear about that because it makes for a boring post.
One of the "things" I did that you might be interested in is looking up a "love poem generator." Yes, I need some song lyrics or love poems and I figured someone out there could help me. Well, I found out that sometimes generators are not the way to go, as evidenced by this poem:
Love You Always
In summertime, our love is delicate, like lilacs floating in the breeze.
In wintertime, our love is warm — it shimmers from heart to toes.
If skies are blue, our love is joy — two people listening in the sun.
If thunder rolls our love is blessed, a refuge from the falling rain.
When spring flowers bloom, our love is bold, like crimson petals on the orchid.
When autumn leaves fall, our love is , shining bright like a harvest sunset.
From Christmas till Easter our love will continue to run.
From season to season I love you always! My one, my only, my darling.
I'm thinking that someone I know would do a better job than this, right? So point me in the right direction, friends.
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