I Have To Remind Myself To Breathe

They Forgot Everything The Minute They Were Together Again.

There Is Not Room For Death, Nor Atom That His Might Could Render Void: Thou - Thou Art Being And Breath, And What Thou Art May Never Be Destroyed.

The Winter Wind Is Loud And Wild, Come Close To Me, My Darling Child; Forsake Thy Books, And Mate Less Play; And, While The Night Is Gathering Grey, We'll Talk Its Pensive Hours Away.

You Must Forgive Me, For I Struggled Only For You.

But You Might As Well Bid A Man Struggling In The Water, Rest Within Arm's Length Of The Shore! I Must Reach It First, And Then I'll Rest.