There Is A Place In

They Yearn For What They Fear For.

Love, That Exempts No One Beloved From Loving, Seized Me With Pleasure Of This Man So Strongly, That, As Thou Seest, It Doth Not Yet Desert Me.

Curb Your Talent Lest It Speed Where Virtue Does Not Guide.

Now You Know How Much My Love For You Burns Deep In Me When I Forget About Our Emptiness, And Deal With Shadows As With Solid Things.

He Listens Well Who Takes Notes.