I Say Love, And The World Populates

It Was At That Age That Poetry Came In Search Of Me.

I Need The Sea Because It Teaches Me

And I Watch My Words From A Long Way Off. They Are More Yours Than Mine. They Climb On My Old Suffering Like Ivy. It Climbs The Same Way On Damp Walls. You Are To Blame For This Cruel Sport. They Are Fleeing From My Dark Lair. You Fill Everything, You Fill Everything. Before You They Peopled The Solitude That You Occupy, And They Are More Used To My Sadness Than You Are. Now I Want Them To Say What I Want To Say To You To Make You Hear As I Want You To Hear Me.

I Want To Do With You What The Spring Does With The Cherry Trees.

Love Is Not About Property, Diamonds And Gifts. It Is About Sharing Your Very Self With The World Around You.