A Tragedy, When A Mature Mind And

A Tragedy, When A Mature Mind And A Romantic Heart Are In The Same Body.

Your Love Taught Me To Grieve And I Have Been Needing, For Centuries A Woman To Make Me Grieve For A Woman, To Cry Upon Her Arms Like A Sparrow For A Woman To Gather My Pieces Like Shards Of Broken Crystal

Kill Him, Then Hug Him. Men Are More Faithful When Dead.

There Is Who Loves You Quietly, And Respects You Quietly, And Wishes You Privately, And Walks Away When He Sees You Busy With Someone Other Than Him, And His Ego Restrains Him From Getting Near You, And Contents Himself With The Love For The Sake Of Love

Before You Came The World Was Prose. Now Poetry Is Born.