My Wit Is More Polished

A Kiss Is A Rosy Dot Placed On The "i" In Loving.

And If Kisses In These Words Could Travel Too, Madam, You'd Read This Letter With Your Lips.

The Dream, Alone, Is Of Interest. What Is Life Without A Dream?

No, In Fairy Tales When To The Ill-starred Prince The Lady Says 'i Love You!' All His Ugliness Fades Fast But I Remain The Same, Up To The Last!

She Is A Mortal Danger Without Meaning To Be One; She's Exquisite Without Giving Ita Thought; Shes A Trap Set By Nature, A Rose In Which Love Lies In Ambush! Anyone Who Has Seen Her Smile Has Known Perfection. She Creates Grace Without Movement And Makes All Divinity Fit Into Her Slightest Gesture. And Neither Venus In Her Shell, Nor Diana Striding In The Great, Blossoming Forest, Can Compare To Her When She Goes Through The Streets Of Paris In Her Sedan Chair.