The Road Made Wet By The Water

O Merry, Merry, Merry, Like Only Dogs Know How To Be Happy And Nothing More, With An Absolute Shameless Nature.

For Now I Ask No More Than The Justice Of Eating.

I Have Forgotten Your Love, Yet I Seem To Glimpse You In Every Window.

When Your Hands Leap Towards Mine, Love, What Do They Bring Me In Flight?

It Was At That Age That Poetry Came In Search Of Me.