Living Is Being Born Slowly. It Would

It Is The Time You Have Wasted For Your Rose That Makes Your Rose So Important.

Sometimes We Behave As Though There Was Something More Important Than Life. But What?

The Flower You Single Out Is A Rejection Of All Other Flowers; Nevertheless, Only On These Terms Is It Beautiful.

It Is The Missed Opportunity That Counts, And In A Love That Vainly Yearns From Behind Prison Bars You Have Perchance The Love Supreme.

True Happiness Comes From The Joy Of Deeds Well Done, The Zest Of Creating Things New.