I Say Love, And The World Populates

Love Is Brief: Forgetting Lasts So Long.

Who Do I Belong To? How Come I Mortgaged My Being Till I Don't Belong To Myself? How Come I Sold My Blood? And Who Now Owns My Indecisions, My Hands, My Private Pain, My Pride?

The Hardest Way Of Learning Is That Of Easy Reading.

Sometimes I Get Up At Dawn, And Even My Soul Is Wet.

From Sorrow To Sorrow Love Crosses Its Islands And Establishes Roots That Are Watered By Weeping.