What Strikes The Oyster Shell Doesn't Damage

This Is What Love Does And Continues To Do. It Tastes Like Honey To Adults And Milk To Children.

I Am Your Moon And Your Moonlight Too I Am Your Flower Garden And Your Water Too I Have Come All This Way, Eager For You Without Shoes Or Shawl I Want You To Laugh To Kill All Your Worries To Love You To Nourish You.

The Ripe Fignow That You Live Here In My Chest,anywhere We Sit Is A Mountaintop.and Those Other Images,which Have Enchanted Peoplelike Porcelain Dolls From China,which Have Made Men And Women Weepfor Centuries, Even Those Have Changed Now.what Used To Be Pain Is A Lovely Benchwhere We Can Rest Under The Roses.a Left Hand Has Become A Right.a Dark Wall, A Window.a Cushion In A Shoe Heel,the Leader Of The Community!now Silence. What We Sayis Poison To Someand Nourishing To Others.what We Say Is A Ripe Fig,but Not Every Bird That Flieseats Figs.

To Love Is To Be God. Never Will A Lover's Chest Feel Any Sorrow. Never Will A Lover's Robe Be Touched By Mortals. Never Will A Lover's Body Be Found Buried In The Earth. To Love Is To Be God.

Inside Of Us, There's A Continual Autumn. Our Leaves Fall And Are Blown Out Over The Water.