Just A Turn Of The Doorknob, And

The Heart Wants What It Wants - Or Else It Does Not Care

The Steeples Swam In Amethyst, The News Like Squirrels Swam.

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers That Perches In The Soul - And Sings The Tunes Without The Words - And Never Stops At All.

Immortal Is An Ample Word When What We Need Is By, But When It Leaves Us For A Time, 'tis A Necessity.

The Hearts That Never Lean Must Fall.