Kiss me as if you made believe You were not sure this eve, How my face, your flower, had pursed It's petals up.
Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts.
Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.
Tis Man's to explore up and down, inch by inch, with the taper his reason.
O lyric Love, half angel and half bird. And all a wonder and a wild desire.
One may do whatever one likes. In art, the only thing is, to make sure that one does like it.