O, happy the soul that saw its own faults.
What is a tiny insignificant seed that, when Spring arrives, It should not be annihilated for a tree to arrive.
Life is balance of holding on and letting go.
Love risks everything and asks for nothing.
One of the marvels of the world: The sight of a soul sitting in prison with the key in its hand.
O my choice beauty You've gone But your love remains in my heart Your image in my eye O guide on my winding road I keep turning round and round in the hopes of Finding you