Hi everyone I am 書く this 記事 to let everyone know that we do not need to fight または argue over who gets to be with Elena. I know that there has been rants over Delena または Stelena but we need to be grown ups about it and stop poking fun of eachothers teams. I will admit that I am a Damon and Elena ファン but I don't like to rub it in other people's faces that they belong together. I will be brutally honest that I was like that from season 1-2. I wanted Elena with Damon and I kept poking fun at Stelena fans. But then I realized that it is just a 表示する and that none of it is real. It really brings out the younger side of you. Im 20 years old and everytime I watch this 表示する I act like a 13 年 old. So im not trying to be mean または anything but if あなた see a scene from Delena または Stelena that was hot または magical, don't write anything offensive または rude about the other team. It just makes things worse. Plus I have heard people say that if so and so get together then I am not watching the 表示する anymore, that is not true because then あなた would not have watched it in the first place. That's the the thing with 愛 triangles, it keeps going around and around. So please make a note of this and lets be mature about it. Thank あなた for taking the time to read this.
TVD ファン Forever <3
TVD ファン Forever <3
Title: To Helen [Poem of Youth]
Author: Edgar Allan Poe [More Titles によって Poe]
HELEN, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
Lo ! in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I me thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy-land !
-THE END-
Edgar Allan Poe's poem: To Helen [Poem of Youth]
Author: Edgar Allan Poe [More Titles によって Poe]
HELEN, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
Lo ! in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I me thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy-land !
-THE END-
Edgar Allan Poe's poem: To Helen [Poem of Youth]