God Is The Perfect Poet.

When Is Man Strong Until He Feels Alone?

Since There My Past Life Lies, Why Alter It?

All Will Be Gay When Noontide Wakes Anew The Buttercups, The Little Children's Dower.

The Moment Eternal - Just That And No More - When Ecstasy's Utmost We Clutch At The Core While Cheeks Burn, Arms Open, Eyes Shut, And Lips Meet!

Believeth With The Life, The Pain Shall Stop.