the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses

i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows

Sweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love.

Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?

...losing through you what seemed myself, i find selves unimaginably mine; beyond sorrow's own joys and hopings very fears yours is the light by which my spirit's born: yours is the darkness of my soul's return... you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

Lessons hide in his wrinkles. Bells ding in the oldness of eyes. Did he by, any chance, tell children that there are such monstrous things as peace and goodwill...a corrupter of youth no doubt.

Who knows if the moon's / a balloon, coming out of a keen city / in the sky - filled with pretty people?