How Glorious It Is -

Look At The Sun! It’s Dry, It’s Dead, It Needs A Drink, It Wants Blood! And I’ll Give It Blood!

Take Time As It Comes, The Wind As It Blows, Woman As She Is.

The Heart That Once Has Been Your Shrine For Other Loves Is Too Divine

Know That There Is Often Hidden In Us A Dormant Poet, Always Young And Alive.

The Only True Language In The World Is A Kiss.