Till I Loved I Never Lived.

We Turn Not Older With Years But Newer Every Day.

I Confess That I Love Him, I Rejoice That I Love Him, I Thank The Maker Of Heaven And Earth That Gave Him To Me. The Exultation Floods Me.

By Chivalries As Tiny, A Blossom, Or A Book, The Seeds Of Smiles Are Planted- Which Blossom In The Dark.

I Dwell In Possibility.

The Will Is Always Near, Dear, Though The Feet Vary.