…marriage, They Say, Halves One's Rights And

Love Is A Flower That Grows In Any Soil, Works Its Sweet Miracles Undaunted By Autumn Frost Or Winter Snow, Blooming Fair And Fragrant All The Year, And Blessing Those Who Give And Those Who Receive.

I'm Tired Of Praise; And Love Is Very Sweet, When It Is Simple And Sincere Like This.

...for Love Casts Out Fear, And Gratitude Can Conquer Pride.

Where's The Use Of Looking Nice, When No One Sees Me But Those Cross Midgets, And No One Cares Whether I'm Pretty Or Not?

A Child Her Wayward Pencil Drew On Margins Of Her Book; Garlands Of Flower, Dancing Elves, Bud, Butterfly, And Brook, Lessons Undone, And Plum Forgot, Seeking With Hand And Heart The Teacher Whom She Learned To Love Before She Knew T'was Art.