Love Is Brief: Forgetting Lasts

He Who Does Not Travel, Who Does Not Read, Who Does Not Listen To Music, Who Does Not Find Grace In Himself, She Who Does Not Find Grace In Herself, Dies Slowly.

You Can Cut All The Flowers But You Cannot Keep Spring From Coming.

Green Was The Silence, Wet Was The Light, The Month Of June Trembled Like A Butterfly.

How You Must Have Suffered Getting Accustomed To Me, My Savage, Solitary Soul, My Name That Sends Them All Running. So Many Times We Have Seen The Morning Star Burn, Kissing Our Eyes, And Over Our Heads The Grey Light Unwinds In Turning Fans.

Love Is Brief: Forgetting Lasts So Long.