Who knows when love will arch its plucky bow and strike the heart of one’s desire? There is no time, there is no season, for, as the Bard once noted, love looks not with the eye, but with the mind and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. Or something like that. This ode to love is a true gift on this day of Valentines. Just make sure Goober and Knuckles get the Miranda warning. Thank you, David.
Who knows when love will arch its plucky bow and strike the heart of one’s desire? There is no time, there is no season, for, as the Bard once noted, love looks not with the eye, but with the mind and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. Or something like that. This ode to love is a true gift on this day of Valentines. Just make sure Goober and Knuckles get the Miranda warning. Thank you, David.