The World Hasn't Changed That Much; Men

And – I Think You Know, Don’t You? – That I Love You, Anne.’ I Feel As If I Have Been Living In A Loveless World For Too Long. The Last Tender Face I Saw Was My Father’s When He Sailed For England. ‘you Do? Truly?’ ‘i Do.’ He Rises To His Feet And Pulls Me Up To Stand Beside Him. My Chin Comes To His Shoulder, We Are Both Dainty, Long-limbed, Coltish: Well-matched. I Turn My Face Into His Jacket. ‘will You Marry Me?’ He Whispers. ‘yes,’ I Say.

I Would Know You Anywhere For My True Love. Whoever I Was And Whoever You Were, I Would Know You At Once For My True Love.

It Is No Small Thing, This, For A Woman: Freedom.

I Turn Around From The Window And For The First Time I See Him... It Is Richard, Smiling At My Surprise. I Run To Him, Without Thinking What I Am Doing. I Run To The First Friendly Face That I Have Seen Since Christmas, And In A Moment I Am In His Arms And He Is Holding Me Tightly And Kissing My Face, My Closed Eyes, My Smiling Mouth, Kissing Me Till I Am Breathless And Have To Pull Away From Him.

Sometimes You Cannot Help What You Hear, You Cannot Help What You See.