God! Thou art love! I build my faith on that.

My sun sets to rise again.

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad.

Hand Grasps at hand, eye lights eye in good friendship, And great hearts expand And grow one in the sense of this world's life.

What he did to my heart was sheer, inexplicable, magic.

We all have the potential to be great and the seed of greatness

Step into your track and begin your steps till you reach the end because life is a personal journey.

Why, since folly or perversity is expected of individuals, should we expect anything else from government?

And you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.

The victimization of children is nowhere forbidden

I woke up in bed with a man and a cat. The man was a stranger

The poem is a cry of the unborn heart. Yes, because the poem perfectly embodies the world, there is no world without poem.

I'm thankful for women. I think women are more intelligent than men. Also, without women, there would be no cookies.

He who trades pacing for gimmicky open-world freedom deserves neither.