God, Keep Me From What They Call

Phosphorescence. Now There's A Word To Lift Your Hat To... To Find That Phosphorescence, That Light Within, That's The Genius Behind Poetry.

His Cheek Is His Biographer- As Long As He Can Blush.

A Power Of Butterfly Must Be - The Aptitude To Fly Meadows Of Majesty Concedes And Easy Sweeps Of Sky -

Good Times Are Always Mutual; That Is What Makes Good Times.

The Hearts That Never Lean Must Fall.