#spreadwardiardwips

Yeeah i am like... 9 hours late but BETTER LATE THAN NEVER AM I RIGHT? Thank you to @lets-try-some-writing for the tag! Big thanks for real, my friend! Here's just a little thing, i am not counting the poetry as sentences because I did not write them, i only edited them to make the transformersy. Credit to the original poem goes to Sir Philip Sidney 1554–1586 and is called Song from Arcadia: “My True Love Hath My Heart”

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"When I was a sparkling, in Tarn, my carrier would recite a poem to my sire. I cannot remember the whole thing… I was small, and it was long ago, in another time.  I did not understand it, back then, but I believe I do now." Megatronus recited: 

'My true-love hath my spark, and I have his,

By just exchange one for the other given:

I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss;

There never was a bargain better driven…'

Megatronus leaned close and pressed a trail of soft kisses down his audial and Orion hummed at the pleasant sensations the move sent through his circuits. He knew this poem, had read it several times in fact, and knew exactly where it was housed in the Archives. It was part of a collection, a very old one: 'Songs of the Spark, A Collection of the Prose of Tarn.'  The archivist continued the recitation:

'His spark in me keeps me and him in one;

My spark in him his thoughts and senses guides:

He loves my spark, for once it was his own;

I cherish his because in me it bides.

His spark his wound received from my sight;

My spark was wounded with his wounded spark;

For as from me on him his hurt did light,

So still, methought, in me his hurt did smart:

Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss,

My true love hath my spark, and I have his.'

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