Love Is Many Things None

No More Rhymes Now I Mean It!” “anybody Want A Peanut?” “aahh!

Anybody That Says Different Is Selling Something.

The Infant Is Ten And He Stays.

You Could Concentrate Much More Deeply When You Were Alone With Agony.

When I Left You, You Were Already More Beautiful Than Anything I Dared To Dream. In Our Years Apart, My Imaginings Did Their Best To Improve On Your Perfection. At Night, Your Face Was Forever Behind My Eyes. And Now I See That That Vision Who Kept Me Company In My Loneliness Was A Hag Compared To The Beauty Now Before Me.