There Never Was Any Heart Truly Great

'warm In December, Cold In June, You Say?' I Don't Suppose The Water's Changed At All. You And I Know Enough To Know It's Warm Compared With Cold, And Cold Compared With Warm. But All The Fun's In How You Say A Thing.

The Sidelong Glance Is What You Depend On.

I End Not Far From My Going Forth By Picking The Faded Blue Of The Last Remaining Aster Flower To Carry Again To You.

Families Break Up When They Get Hints You Don't Intend And Miss Hints That You Do.

A Poem May Be Worked Over Once It Is In Being, But May Not Be Worried Into Being.