since the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be afraid
Sweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love.
the poems to come are for you and for me and are not for mostpeople... you and i are human beings; mostpeople are snobs.
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)
Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question.
For surely as each November has its April, mysteries only are significant; and one mystery-of-mysteries creates them all: nothing false and possible is love (who's imagined,therefore limitless) love's to giving as to keeping's give; as yes is to if,love is to yes