“Run my dear,From anythingThat may not strengthenYour precious budding wings.”
“Run my dear, From anything That may not strengthen Your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear, From anyone likely To put a sharp knife Into the sacred, tender vision Of your beautiful heart.”
“what is this precious love and laughter budding in our hearts? It is the glorious sound of a soul waking up!”
“My dear Tartini, one’s life is so sweet and precious that even honey tastes like salt in comparison!”
“Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life.”
“When I was a PoetEverything was Possiblethere wasn't Anythingthat wasn't Poetry”