Death Is The Stone Into Which Our

Where Were You Then? Who Else Was There? Saying What? Why Will The Whole Of Love Come On Me Suddenly When I Am Sad And Feel You Are Far Away?

I Love You As One Loves Certain Dark Things.

I Ask Permission To Be Like Everybody Else,like The Rest Of The World And What's More, Like Anybody Else:i Beg You, With All My Heart,if We Are Talking About Me, Since We Are Talking About Me,please Resist Blasting The Trumpet During My Visitand Resign Yourselves To My Quiet Absence.

I Want To Do For You What The Spring Does For The Cherry Trees

When Your Hands Leap Towards Mine, Love, What Do They Bring Me In Flight?