When You're Traveling, Ask The Traveler For

Where, With Your One Rose You Can Buy Hundreds Of Rose Gardens?

In Winter The Bare Boughs That Seem To Sleep Work Covertly, Preparing For Their Spring.

I Turn All Thorn Then, But You Come Back Again And Make My Thorniness Fragrant And Pink And Petaled.

Love Is Not Written On Paper, For Paper Can Be Erased. Nor Is It Etched On Stone, For Stone Can Be Broken. But It Is Inscribed On A Heart And There It Shall Remain Forever.

This Place Is A Dream. Only A Sleeper Considers It Real. Then Death Comes Like Dawn, And You Wake Up Laughing At What You Thought Was Your Grief.