My Creed Is Love And You Are

I Could Be Martyred For My Religion. Love Is My Religion And I Could Die For That. I Could Die For You.

Its Better To Lose Your Ego To The One You Love Than To Lose The One You Love To Your Ego

To Sorrow I Bade Good-morrow, And Thought To Leave Her Far Away Behind; But Cheerly, Cheerly, She Loves Me Dearly: She Is So Constant To Me, And So Kind.

I Scarcely Remember Counting Upon Happiness—i Look Not For It If It Be Not In The Present Hour—nothing Startles Me Beyond The Moment. The Setting Sun Will Always Set Me To Rights, Or If A Sparrow Come Before My Window I Take Part In Its Existence And Pick About The Gravel.

And How They Kist Each Other's Tremulous Eyes.