I Knew I Was Too Late—and I

For Almost Ninety Years I’ve Walked Among My Kind, And Yours… All The Time Thinking I Was Complete In Myself, Not Realizing What I Was Seeking. And Not Finding Anything, Because You Weren’t Alive Yet.

...the Way A Man Might Hesitate Before He Kissed A Woman, To Gauge Her Reaction, To See How He Would Be Received. Perhaps He Would Hesitate To Prolong The Moment, That Ideal Moment Of Anticipation, Sometimes Better Than Kiss Itself.

It's Like Pain, This Pleasure.

Good Luck Tended To Avoid Me.

Don't Be Self-conscious, If I Could Dream At All, It Would Be About You. And I'm Not Ashamed Of It.