Sensitive love letters are my specialty. 'Dear Baby, Welcome to Dumpsville. Population: you.'
There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.
One who contends with immortals lives a very short life.
...like that star of the waning summer who beyond all stars rises bathed in the ocean stream to glitter in brilliance.
Shame greatly hurts or greatly helps mankind.
Nor can one word be chang'd but for a worse.