Kill Him, Then Hug Him.

And The Writing Is Still : To You, With You, About You, Because Of You And For You.

Some Are Like The Moon, Good Looking, But Only When They're Away From You.

What We Feel Is Beyond Words. We Should Be Ashamed Of Our Poems.

Light Is More Important Than The Lantern, The Poem More Important Than The Notebook

And I Fear That My Place Gets Taken By Some Other One, Very Lucky And Not Too Shy, Who Flirts With Your Eyes While I’m The One Who’s Crazy About Them.