There is a quiet at the heart of love, And I have pierced the pain and come to peace.

Faults They came to tell your faults to me, They named them over one by one; I laughed aloud when they were done, I knew them all so well before,-- Oh, they were blind, too blind to see Your faults had made me love you more.

Years go, dreams go, and youth goes too, The world's heart breaks beneath its wars,All things are changed, save in the east,The faithful beauty of the stars.

What we have never had, remains; It is the things we have that go.

It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise.

I saw a star slide down the sky Blinding the north as it went by Too buring and too quick to hold Too lovely to be bought or sold Good only to make wishes on And then forever to be gone

My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain.