User blog comment:Tiaxn/IMPORTANT - Regarding user Tiololo/@comment-26030957-20160704202006/@comment-26030957-20160704215345

Some red roses with this poem:

At that hour when all things have repose, O lonely watcher of the skies, Do you hear the night wind and the sighs Of harps playing unto Love to unclose The pale gates of sunrise? When all things repose, do you alone Awake to hear the sweet harps play To Love before him on his way, And the night wind answering in antiphon Till night is overgone? Play on, invisible harps, unto Love, Whose way in heaven is aglow At that hour when soft lights come and go, Soft sweet music in the air above And in the earth below.

--James Joyce

I can either PayPal you or pay the florist. Thank you so much for doing this.