Fair friend

what better way to start the year than to summon the hidden plaque of romanticism , than to add a few lines of Shakespeare,

''To me, fair friend, you never can be old

For as you were when first your eye I eyed,

Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold

Have from the forests shook, three summers pride

Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd

In the process of the seasons have I seen

Three april perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd

Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.''

PS, update: due to mismanagement , the stolen poem couldnt be delivered with the flowers. But then half done is well begun or so they say !!