The Bird Sings As If

Fortune's Wheel Takes You Very High And Then Throws You Very Low, And There Is Nothing You Can Do But Face The Turn Of It With Courage.

For He Loved Her And He Understood That A Woman Cannot Always Live As A Man. He Understood That She Cannot Always Think As He Thought, Walk As He Walked, Breathe The Air That He Took In. She Would Always Be A Different Being From Him, Listening To A Different Music, Hearing A Different Sound, Familiar With A Different Element.

When They See Us Dance. When They See How You Look At Me. When They See How I Smile At You.

And – I Think You Know, Don’t You? – That I Love You, Anne.’ I Feel As If I Have Been Living In A Loveless World For Too Long. The Last Tender Face I Saw Was My Father’s When He Sailed For England. ‘you Do? Truly?’ ‘i Do.’ He Rises To His Feet And Pulls Me Up To Stand Beside Him. My Chin Comes To His Shoulder, We Are Both Dainty, Long-limbed, Coltish: Well-matched. I Turn My Face Into His Jacket. ‘will You Marry Me?’ He Whispers. ‘yes,’ I Say.

But I Don't Forget And I Don't Forgive.