My Love, I Fear The

She Does Not Love You. Your Metaphors Thrill Her You Are Her Poet. But That's All There's To It.

To Be Under Occupation, To Be Under Siege, Is Not A Good Inspiration For Poetry.

And What I Don't Understand I Grasp It Only When It's Too Late.

When I Passed The Age Of 50, I Learned How To Control My Emotions.

The Days Have Taught You Not To Trust Happiness Because It Hurts When It Deceives.