But No One Came. Because No One

Done Because We Are Too Many.

So Each Had A Private Little Sun For Her Soul To Bask In; Some Dream, Some Affection, Some Hobby, Or At Least Some Remote And Distant Hope.

Sometimes I Shrink From Your Knowing What I Have Felt For You, And Sometimes I Am Distressed That All Of It You Will Never Know.

I Want To Question My Belief, So That What Is Left After I Have Questioned It, Will Be Even Stronger.

You Ride Well, But You Don't Kiss Nicely At All.