The Result Of My Life

Your Eyelashes Will Write On My Heart The Poem That Could Never Come From The Pen Of A Poet.

When You See The Setting, Wait For The Rising. Why Worry About A Sunset Or A Fading Moon?

Rise Up Nimbly And Go On Your Strange Journey To The Ocean Of Meanings.... Leave And Don't Look Away From The Sun As You Go, In Whose Light You're Sometimes Crescent, Sometimes Full.

Don't Look For Love, Look For The One Looking For Love.

Bitter Your Acts, Bitter Am I, Kindness Your Deeds, Kindness Am I, Pleasant And Gentle, So You Are, Fine Honeyed Lips And Sweet Talker.