What Strikes The Oyster Shell Doesn't Damage

You Moan, "she Left Me." "he Left Me," Twenty More Will Come.

Joy Lives Concealed In Grief.

Once You Conquer Your Selfish Self, All Your Darkness Will Change To Light.

In Your Light I Learn How To Love. In Your Beauty, How To Make Poems. You Dance Inside My Chest Where No-one Sees You, But Sometimes I Do, And That Sight Becomes This Art.

There Are No Edges To My Loving Now.