What Fortitude The Soul Contains, That It

The Spirit Lurks Within The Flesh Like Tides Within The Sea That Make The Water Live, Estranged What Would The Either Be?

So Proud She Was To Die It Made Us All Ashamed That What We Cherished, So Unknown To Her Desire Seemed. So Satisfied To Go Where None Of Us Should Be, Immediately, That Anguish Stooped Almost To Jealousy.

Love Is Everything. And That's All We Know About It.

God Gave A Loaf To Every Bird, But Just A Crumb To Me.

Mirth Is The Mail Of Anguish --