The Only Lasting Beauty Is The Beauty

Lovers Move Like Lightning And Wind. No Contest. Theologians Mumble, Rumble-dumble, Necessity And Free Will, While Lover And Beloved Pull Themselves Into Each Other.

In Winter The Bare Boughs That Seem To Sleep Work Covertly, Preparing For Their Spring.

I Can Sense Your Presence In My Heart Although You Belong To All The World.

From Understanding Comes Love.

I Don’t Know Why; When I Look At You, I See Myself