And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart I carry your heart [ i carry it in my heart ]

love is a deeper season than reason; my sweet one

And the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love

i shall imagine life is not worth dying,if (and when)roses complain their beauties are in vain but though mankind persuades itself that every weed's a rose,roses(you feel certain)will only smile

If 180 million people want to be undead, that’s their funeral, but I happen to like being alive.

If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little - somebody who is obsessed by Making.

Your head is a living forest full of songbirds.