A Lover's Life Lies In Death. You

We've Given Up Making A Living, Its All This Crazy Love Poetry Now!

This Outward Spring And Garden Are A Reflection Of The Inward Garden.

The Lover Is Ever Drunk With Love. He Is Mad. She Is Free. He Sings With Delight. She Dances In Ecstasy. Caught By Our Own Thoughts, We Worry About Everything. But Once We Get Drunk On That Love Whatever Will Be, Will Be.

I Want To Say Words That Flame As I Say Them, But I Keep Quiet And Don't Try To Make Both Words Fit In One Mouthful.

I Am Filled With You. Skin, Blood, Bone, Brain, And Soul. There's No Room For Lack Of Trust, Or Trust. Nothing In This Existence But That Existence.