Like love we don't know where or why Like love we cant compel or fly Like Love we often weep Like Love we seldom keep
W. H. AudenA poet must never make a statement simply because it is sounds poetically exciting; he must also believe it to be true.
W. H. AudenHow should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me.
W. H. Auden