You Don't Talk Quite Like

Sometimes I Shrink From Your Knowing What I Have Felt For You, And Sometimes I Am Distressed That All Of It You Will Never Know.

I Have Felt Lately, More And More, That My Present Way Of Living Is Bad In Every Respect.

That It Would Always Be Summer And Autumn, And You Always Courting Me, And Always Thinking As Much Of Me As You Have Done Through The Past Summertime!

And At Home By The Fire, Whenever You Look Up There I Shall Be— And Whenever I Look Up, There Will Be You. -gabriel Oak

But His Dreams Were As Gigantic As His Surroundings Were Small.