Your homecoming will be my homecoming
Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear. . .
Be of love a little more careful than of anything.
may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living
Time cannot children,poets,lovers tell- measure imagine,mystery,a kiss -not though mankind would rather know than feel
Let must or if be damned with whomever's afraid down with ought with because with every brain which thinks it thinks, nor dares to feel.