Of what I call God, And fools call Nature.
The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!
In God's good time, Which does not always fall on Saturday When the world looks for wages.
Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.
Take away love and our earth is a tomb.
What I aspired to be and was not, comforts me.