Nothing more do I ask than to share with you the ecstasy and sacrament of my life.
The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on.
I HIDE myself within my flower That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower, That, fading from your vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me Almost a loneliness.
We turn not older with years but newer every day.
Love is everything. And that's all we know about it.
I imagine therefore I belong and am free.