To paraphrase the great poet Dante, the heavens swirl above us and our eyes are still cast to the ground.
Love is not blind. Love sees what is most true
Your kisses are thieves which leave me wanting nothing.
Hot air expands, and seriously pompous attitude is the inflation of choice by those lacking substance.
Events, time, forms, all propel the inner plot within each of us.
Mediocrity inspires neither great love nor hate.