There Are Lovers Content With Longing. I’m

A Lover Knows Only Humility, He Has No Choice. He Steals Into Your Alley At Night, He Has No Choice. He Longs To Kiss Every Lock Of Your Hair, Don't Fret, He Has No Choice. In His Frenzied Love For You, He Longs To Break The Chains Of His Imprisonment, He Has No Choice.

And If You Are A Rose, I Am Rose-shadow.

We Began As Mineral. We Emerged Into Plant Life, And Into The Animal State, And Then Into Being Human, And Always We Have Forgotten Our Former States, Except In Early Spring When We Slightly Recall Being Green Again.

Keep On Knocking 'til The Joy Inside Opens A Window Look To See Who's There

Pain Is A Treasure, For It Contains Mercies.