The More Loving OneLooking up at the stars I know quite wellThat for all they care I can go to hellBut on earth indifference is the leastWe have to dread from man or beast.How should we like it were stars to burnWith a passion for us we could not returnIf equal affection cannot beLet the more loving one be me.Admirer as I think I amOf stars that do not give a damnI cannot now I see them sayI missed one terribly all day.Were all stars to disappear or dieI should learn to look at an empty skyAnd feel its total dark sublimeThough this might take me a little time.

He was my North my South my East and WestMy working week and my Sunday restMy noon my midnight my talk my songI thought that love would last forever I was wrong.

Lovers have lived so long with giants and elves they wont believe again in their own size.

Clear unscalable aheadRise the Mountains of InsteadFrom whose cold cascading streamsNone may drink except in dreams.