You, Of Course, Are A Rose-- But

Two Such As You With Such A Master Speed, Cannot Be Parted Nor Be Swept Away, From One Another Once You Are Agreed, That Life Is Only Life Forevermore, Together Wing To Wing And Oar To Oar.

I'm Not Confused. I'm Just Well Mixed.

We Love The Things We Love For What They Are.

Something There Is That Doesn't Love A Wall, And Wants It Down.

Writing Free Verse Is Like Playing Tennis With The Net Down.