Meanwhile myself et cetera lay quietly in the deep mud et cetera (dreaming, et cetera, of your smile eyes knees and of your Etcetera.)

worms are the words but joy's the voice

You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

we're anything brighter than even the sun

the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses

We can never be born enough.

The only man, woman, or child who wrote a simple declarative sentence with seven grammatical errors "is dead."