When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee. When a Lover is an Owner Different is he.
Portrait The world spreads out on either side no farther than the heart is wide.
I see thee better in the dark I do not need a light.
That love is all there is, Is all we know of love.
We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies.
The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him is aristocracy.