If All The Harps In

All My Feelings Have The Color You Desire To Paint.

We Should Ask God To Help Us Toward Manners. Inner Gifts Do Not Find Their Way To Creatures Without Just Respect.

No Sickness Worse Than Imagining Thyself To Be Perfect Can Afflict Thy Soul.

Do You Think I Know What I'm Doing? That For One Breath Or Half-breath I Belong To Myself? As Much As A Pen Knows What It's Writing, Or The Ball Can Guess Where It's Going Next.

I Used To Read The Myths Of Love Now I Have Become The Mythical Lover