since feeling is firstwho pays any attentionto the syntax of thingswill never wholly kiss youwholly to be a foolwhile Spring is in the worldmy blood approvesand kisses are a far better fatethan wisdomlady i swear by all flowers. Dont cry--the best gesture of my brain is less thanyour eyelids flutter which sayswe are for eachother thenlaugh leaning back in my armsfor lifes not a paragraphAnd death i think is no parenthesis
Our love was covered in fur yet I was the only one who wanted to pet it.