When love beckons to you follow him Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry the philosophy which does...
At the end of the day you know love does not happen between two perfect...
In a general way I want to be a kind of flag-waver bunting hanger-up drum-beater you name it for poetry.
