In The Love Poetry Of Every Age,

Yes, It's A Well-known Fact About You: You're Like Death, You Take Everything.

And There Lies The Horror: The Past We Remember Is Devoid Of Time. Impossible To Reexperience A Love The Way We Reread A Book Or Resee A Film.

Solitude: A Sweet Absence Of Looks.

When His Wife Was At His Side, She Was Also In Front Of Him, Marking Out The Horizon Of His Life. Now The Horizon Is Empty: The View Has Changed.

A Man Possessed With Peace Is Always Smiling