When A Sonnet Is Mediocre

The Story She Had Told Me Was Possible, But It Was Not Believable.

Man Is Free, But His Freedom Ceases When He Has No Faith In It; And The Greater Power He Ascribes To Faith, The More He Deprives Himself Of That Power Which God Has Given To Him When He Endowed Him With The Gift Of Reason.

Love Is Only A Feeling Of Curiousity More Or Less Intense, Grafted Upon The Inclination Placed In Us By Nature That The Species May Be Preserved.

They Are The Follies Inherent To Youth; I Make Sport Of Them, And, If You Are Kind, You Will Not Yourself Refuse Them A Good-natured Smile.

To Kiss : An Attempt To Absorb The Essence Of The Other Person.