Oh! death will find me long before I tire of watching you.
Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.
A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.
And in that Heaven of all their wish, there shall be no more land, say fish
The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss of blankets.
Love is a breach in the walls, a broken gate, Love sells the proud heart's citadel to fate.