Wash The Dust From Your Soul And

There Are Lovers Content With Longing. I’m Not One Of Them.

You Know What Love Is? It Is All Kindness, Generosity.

Let Yourself Be Drawn By The Stronger Pull Of That Which You Truly Love.

I Do Not Know Who Lives Here In My Chest, Or Why The Smile Comes. I Am Not Myself, More The Bare Green Knob Of A Rose That Lost Every Leaf And Petal To The Morning Wind.

She Loved Him So Much She Concealed His Name In Many Phrases, The Inner Meanings Known Only To Her.