The Moon Rattles Like A Fragment Of

It's Spring When The World Is Puddle-wonderful

You And I Are More Than You And I Because It's We.

Things Which In My Mind Blossom Will Stumble Beneath A Clumsiest Disguise Appear Capable Of Fragility And Indecision

...losing Through You What Seemed Myself, I Find Selves Unimaginably Mine; Beyond Sorrow's Own Joys And Hopings Very Fears Yours Is The Light By Which My Spirit's Born: Yours Is The Darkness Of My Soul's Return... You Are My Sun, My Moon, And All My Stars.

Treat A Man Like Dirt-he Produces Flowers.