Man Is A Bird Without Wings And

The Garden Where You Sit Has Never A Need Of Flowers, For You Are The Blossoms And Only A Fool Or The Blind Would Fail To Know It

Love Delayed Is Lust Augmented.

Did You Know That Childhood Is The Only Time In Our Lives When Insanity Is Not Only Permitted To Us, But Expected?

Your Lips Are Like Sugar And Your Cheeks An Apple Your Breasts Are Paradise And Your Body A Lily. O, To Kiss The Sugar To Bite The Apple To Reveal Paradise And Open The Lily.

Man Is A Bird Without Wings And A Bird Is A Man Without Sorrow.