So love is out...like pollen covering BYU-Idaho's campus. Since everyone is so romantically inclined, this photo reminds me of one of Lord Byron's poems (who was just as hooked on romance and fickle with love as so many of these single students are)...the fact that they're sleeping and no more "a-roving" warms the cockles of my corny, pun-loving heart.
So we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart still be as loving,
And the moon still be as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul outwears the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon
Oh I wonder...
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