Love Is So Short, Forgetting Is So

I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair.

You Can Crush The Flowers, But You Can't Stop The Spring.

Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines...though This Be The Last Pain That She Makes Me Suffer And These The Last Verses That I Write For Her.

I Had No More Alphabet Than The Journeying Of The Swallows, The Pure And Tiny Water Of The Small, Fiery Bird That Dances Rising From The Pollen.

Your Wide Eyes Are The Only Light I Know From Extinguished Constellations.