The Smile On Your Mouth Was The

He Knelt And Bent Lower, Till Her Breath Warmed His Face, And In A Moment His Cheek Was In Contact With Hers. She Was Sleeping Soundly, And Upon Her Eyelashes There Lingered Tears.

Teach Me To Live, That I May Dread The Grave As Little As My Bed. Teach Me To Die.

This Hobble Of Being Alive Is Rather Serious, Don’t You Think So?

Always Wanting Another Man Than Your Own.

The Sudden Disappointment Of A Hope Leaves A Scar Which The Ultimate Fulfillment Of That Hope Never Entirely Removes.