I Love Thee To The Level Of

Experience, Like A Pale Musician, Holds A Dulcimer Of Patience In His Hand.

Whoever Lives True Life, Will Love True Love.

His Ears Were Often The First Thing To Catch My Tears.

I Saw, In Gradual Vision Through My Tears, The Sweet, Sad Years, The Melancholy Years, Those Of My Own Life, Who By Turns Had Flung A Shadow Across Me.

Souls Are Dangerous Things To Carry Straight Through All The Spilt Saltpetre Of This World.