Love Is Like The Measles. The Older

I Have Patience For Centuries In Me And Will Live As Though My Time Were Very Big.

I Implore Those Who Love Me To Love My Solitude.

It Was Not In Me It Came And Went I Wanted To Hold It It Was Held By Wine (i No Longer Know What It Was)

She Followed Slowly, Taking A Long Time, As Though There Were Some Obstacles In The Way; And Yet: As Though, Once It Was Overcome, She Would Be Beyond All Walking, And Would Fly.

Thus We Live, Forever Taking Leave.