When I think of you it's with tears, because no one else has such delicate hands that can reach into my soul and calm my fears.

I'm shy in person - so afraid to confess my love - I need a go-between - our mutual friend, the Moon.

I'm a modern mountebank - I believe in Physiognomy - after all, we are in control of our face - it's the map of where we've been.

Summer softens lines that winter cruelly shows.

The winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows.

When I think of you it's with tears, because no one else has such delicate hands that can reach into my soul and calm my fears.

Authority is the unmistakeable tone in the voice of a true writer.