Let death be a metaphor, not repercussion:
My oath was too hasty. A future to steal,
Yet still made the offer to cut off my life
In biblical half, as a sixteenth year kid.
Reneging is futile besides, so discussions
To swear—not like Jephthah—a different deal
That's kinder, is fair I think. Also my strife
With self must amuse you. I know you forbid
The breaking of promises, still you acknowledge
I'm faithless for God, but have faith in the Muses,
Ontology, possible worlds and if value
To you is idea then I've certainly served you
And meant what I said when I promised to serve you
And mean it 'till death—whatever you choose is correct.
"For his girlfriend Kate Winslet‘s 35th birthday last month, he paid the Belstaff store in London a visit and came away with the perfect gift—one of their classic leather jackets. "
—People Magazine, October 12, 2010
http://stylenews.peoplestylewatch.com/2010/10/12/the-scoop-on-kate-winslets-birthday-gift-from-her-new-boyfriend/?xid=rss-topheadlines
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