I'll not disguise fanciful affection for him. I care for nothing in comparison. I love him better than myself, I know it, that proves it, but deeds must prove it also.
Deeds Must Prove It
Side by Side
Impulsive quick looks like love and nervous hands cold around her. Looking for something and nothing to say - side by side the two barely grownup.
A Poet
A poet simply loved what was, indiscriminately.
A Dance
We had a dance. I loved the music, but it sounded sweetest in the dark. By skylight it was our devil's psalmody.
Pierce My Soul
Not a word, her eyes pierce my soul.
The Moment
They paced the moment gradually yielding to feelings. He loved none but her.
I Did Not Love
It was marvelous to discover that I did not love. I dare say, I seemed all tenderness before you: But the depth of the absurdity - of genuine idiocy, that I could love. I have avoided this.
Extract My Heart
I fear another betrayal should be the last. my journey was sadder than I could put down, my history, dree, and dreary! And not exactly a kind which I should have chosen but never mind! I'll extract my heart and I'll continue whole.
All of Me
Sometimes I can't stand how I love you. All of me wild, deep, desperate I am yours, don't you know?
To Write
I have to write with all my love.
