I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it (anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again.
What did my fingers do before they held him? What did my heart do, with its love?
Haikus are easy, But sometimes they don't make sense. Refrigerator.
Who so would be a man must be a nonconformist, He who would gather immortal palms must not be hindered by the name of goodness, but must explore if it be goodness. Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of your own mind
For the great Gaels of Ireland Are the men that God made mad, For all their wars are merry, And all their songs are sad.