Just A Turn Of The Doorknob, And

I Argue Thee That Love Is Life. And Life Hath Immortality.

My Business Is Circumference.

Nothing More Do I Ask Than To Share With You The Ecstasy And Sacrament Of My Life.

We Outgrow Love Like Other Things And Put It In A Drawer, Till It An Antique Fashion Shows Like Costumes Grandsires Wore.

Apparently With No Surprise To Any Happy Flower The Frost Beheads It At Its Play -- In Accidental Power -- The Blonde Assassin Passes On -- The Sun Proceeds Unmoved To Measure Off Another Day For An Approving God.