So I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.
But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.
You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
Look around - there's only one thing of danger for you here - poetry