and if the world breaks down, I'll be around.
Love is a sweet thing caught a momentand held in a golden eye.
May your hand be full for always if only with another hand. May your heart be empty only long enough to give you cause to fill it up again with love. May your soul be lost by you only to be found by God.
Poetry is fact given over to imagery.
Extending your hand is extending yourself.
A poet can't afford to be aloof. The tools of his trade are the people he bumps up against.