Only The Margin Left To Write On

Only The Margin Left To Write On Now. I Love You, I Love You, I Love You.

... For I Know I Shall Be Interrupted-- I Shall Want To Be, Really, Because Life Is Too Exciting To Sit Still For Long.

I Wanted So Terribly To Be Good To Him.

I Suppose The Best Kind Of Spring Morning Is The Best Weather God Has To Offer.

Only Half A Page Left Now. Shall I Fill It With 'i Love You, I Love You'-- Like Father's Page Of Cats On The Mat? No. Even A Broken Heart Doesn't Warrant A Waste Of Good Paper.