If You Treat Life Well,

It Would Be Bad Form For Me To Describe People I Don't Know And Don't Understand.

He Lifted Me Up And Held Me Close Against Him, My Head On His Shoulder. At That Moment I Loved Him. In The Morning Light He Was As Golden, As Soft, As Gentle As Myself, And He Would Protect Me.

The Happiness Of People Who Are In Love And Who Are Loved Shows In Their Faces. They Have An Expression That's At Once Very Far Away And Very Much Part Of The Present.

We Are Torn Between The Craving To Know And The Despair Of Having Known.

The Happiness Of Others Is Never Bearable For Very Long.