“But surely it is something to have beenThe best beloved for a little while,To have walked hand in hand with Love, and seenHis purple wings flit once across thy smile.”
“The sky is already purple; the first few stars have appeared, suddenly, as if someone had thrown a handful of silver across the edge of the world.”
“The moving hand once having writ moves on. Nor all thy piety nor wit can lure it back to cancel half a line.”
“Thy loving smile will surely hailThe love-gift of a fairy tale.”
“And you’re not afraid of it ending?”“Sure I am. But I’d rather have something this good for a little while than have nothing forever.”
“We walked back to iDEATH, holding hands. Hands are very nice things, especially after they have travelled back from making love.”