Open Afresh Your Rounds Of Starry Folds,

You Are Always New, The Last Of Your Kisses Was Ever The Sweetest.

Asleep In Lap Of Legends Old.

Nor Do We Merely Feel These Essences For One Short Hour No, Even As These Trees That Whisper Round A Temple Become Soon Dear As The Temples Self, So Does The Moon, The Passion Posey, Glories Infinite, Haunt Us Till They Become A Cheering Light Unto Our Souls And Bound To Us So Fast, That Wheather There Be Shine, Or Gloom O'er Cast, They Always Must Be With Us, Or We Die.

I Never Was In Love - Yet The Voice And The Shape Of A Woman Has Haunted Me These Two Days.

Its Better To Lose Your Ego To The One You Love Than To Lose The One You Love To Your Ego