There Is No Insurmountable Solitude.

It Was At That Age That Poetry Came In Search Of Me.

I Spin On The Circle Of Wave Upon Wave Of The Sea.

I No Longer Love Her, That's Certain, But Maybe I Love Her. Love Is So Short, Forgetting Is So Long.

I Love You Only Because It's You The One I Love; I Hate You Deeply, And Hating You Bend To You, And The Measure Of My Changing Love For You Is That I Do Not See You But Love You Blindly.

We Bear The Sole, Relentless Tenderness.