You Can Crush The Flowers, But You

The Best Poet Is The Man Who Delivers Our Daily Bread: The Local Baker.

I Spin On The Circle Of Wave Upon Wave Of The Sea.

I Love You Between Shadow And Soul. I Love You As The Plant That Hasn't Bloomed Yet, And Carries Hidden Within Itself The Light Of Flowers. I Love You Without Knowing How, Or When, Or From Where. Because Of You, The Dense Fragrance That Rises From The Earth Lives In My Body, Rioting With Hunger For The Eternity Of Our Victorious Kisses.

There Is No Insurmountable Solitude.

I Want To Do To You What Spring Does With The Cherry Trees.