love is thicker than forgetmore thinner than recallmore seldom than a wave is wetmore frequent than to failit is most mad and moonlyand less it shall unbethan all the sea which onlyis deeper than the sealove is less always than to winless never than aliveless bigger than the least beginless littler than forgiveit is most sane and sunlyand more it cannot diethan all the sky which onlyis higher than the sky

I don't know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all the roses. Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.

a billion brains may coax undeathfrom fancied fact and spaceful time--no heart can leap, no soul can breathebut by the sizeless truth of a dreamwhose sleep is the sky and the earth and the seaFor love are in you am in i are in we

deeds cannot dream what dreams can do

Sweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love.

i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses

Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.

God's terrible face brighter than a spoon collects the image of one fatal word;so that my life(which liked the sun and the moon)resembles something that has not occurred:i am a birdcage without any bird a collar looking for a dog a kisswithout lips;a prayer lacking any kneesbut something beats within my shirt to provehe is undead who living noone is.I have never loved you dear as now i love.

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)