Take It, And Turn To Facts My

I-i Am Going To Be A Storm-a Flame- I Need To Fight Whole Armies Alone; I Have Ten Hearts; I Have A Hundred Arms; I Feel Too Strong To War With Mortals- Bring Me Giants!

I Loved But Once, Yet Twice I Lose My Love!

A Kiss, When All Is Told, What Is It? An Oath Taken A Little Closer, A Promise More Exact. A Wish That Longs To Be Confirmed, A Rosy Circle Drawn Around The Verb 'to Love'. A Kiss Is A Secret Which Takes The Lips For The Ear, A Moment Of Infinity Humming Like A Bee, A Communion Tasting Of Flowers, A Way Of Breathing In A Little Of The Heart And Tasting A Little Of The Soul With The Edge Of The Lips!

Your Name Hangs In My Heart Like A Bell's Tongue.

Where Lurk Sweet Echoes Of The Dear Homevoices, Each Note Of Which Calls Like A Little Sister, Those Airs Slow, Slow Ascending, As The Smokewreaths Rise From The Hearthstones Of Our Native Hamlets Cyrano Act 5.