Whose lines are mottoes of the heart,Whose truths electrify the sage.
Your belief systems limit your reality to a sub-set of the solution space that does not contain the answer.
I'll meet the raging of the skies, but not an angry father.
But sad as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in.
For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.
Love's a fire that needs renewal Of fresh beauty for its fuel.