Nature Forms Us For Ourselves, Not For

Sometimes I Think Of Paris Not As A City But As A Home.

Our Love Of Each Other Was Like Two Long Shadows Kissing Without Hope Of Reality.

We Don't See Things As They Are, We See Them As We ... Believe Me Naïve Or Innocent, Who Has The Courage To Treat Me Like A Woman.

We Speak Of The Masculine And The Feminine, But They Are The Wrong Labels. It Is Really More A Matter Of Poetry Versus Intellectualization.

Throw Your Dreams Into Space Like A Kite, And You Do Not Know What It Will Bring Back, A New Life, A New Friend, A New Love, A New Country.