were coming in the fall
I'd brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn
As housewives do a fly.
If I could see you in
If only centuries delayed
If certain when this life
But now all ignorant of
Love is, above all, the gift of oneself. - Jean Anouilh,
When I am
sad and weary. When I think all hope has gone.
Those have most power to hurt us that we love. - Francis Beaumont