“A poem begins as I look into your eyes, as I kiss your lips, as I grasp your hair, a sense of happiness, a breathless suspire , the lovesickness of my restless heart...”
“I have looked into your eyes with my eyes. I have put my heart near your heart.”
“A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.”
“I wish I could be your tear drops,for what more could anyoneask for then to beconceived in your heart,born in your eyes,live on your cheeks,and die on your lips”
“A poem is never a put-up job, so to speak. It begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It is never a thought to begin with.”
“Because your eyes are slant and slow,Because your hair is sweet to touch,My heart is high again; but oh,I doubt if this will get me much.”