Infinite hungers leap no more I in the chance swaying of your dress; and love has changed to kindliness.

Infinite hungers leap no more I in the chance swaying of your dress; and love has changed to kindliness.

I have need to busy my heart with quietude.

Love is a breach in the walls, a broken gate, Love sells the proud heart's citadel to fate.

I know what things are good: friendship and work and conversation. These I shall have.

Incredibly, inordinately, devastatingly, immortally, calamitously, hearteningly, adorably beautiful.

The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss of blankets.