I Would Die At The Stake Rather

My Soul, Be Satisfied With Flowers, With Fruit, With Weeds Even; But Gather Them In The One Garden You May Call Your Own.

I Loved But Once, Yet Twice I Lose My Love!

My Heart Always Timidly Hides Itself Behind My Mind. I Set Out To Bring Down Stars From The Sky, Then, For Fear Of Ridicule, I Stop And Pick Little Flowers Of Eloquence.

How Obvious It Is Now--the Gift You Gave Him. All Those Letters, They Were You... All Those Beautiful Powerful Words, They Were You!.. The Voice From The Shadows, That Was You... You Always Loved Me!" Roxanne

You Must Believe Me When I Believe, And Not When I Doubt.