Actually, Your Soul And Mine Are The

In The Friend-place Nothing True Can Be Said. Let Me Just Be Here.

God Put Thorns Around The Love's Door To Stop Anyone Who's Not A Lover From Entering.

Through Love All That Is Bitter Will Be Sweet, Through Love All That Is Copper Will Be Gold, Through Love All Dregs Will Become Wine, Through Love All Pain Will Turn To Medicine.

The Feelings Trembled And Flapped In His Chest Like A Bird Newly Put In A Cage.

For Sixty Years I Have Been Forgetful Every Minute, But Not For A Second Has This Flowing Toward Me Stopped Or Slowed.