The voice of truth.
The people are saying that I am your enemy because they say that in poetry, I give you the world. They lie… The voice that rises in my verses is not your voice; it’s my voice, for you are the clothing and I am the essence, and between us there is a profound abyss. You are the lifeless doll of social lies, and I am the virile spark of human truth. You are the honey of courtly...
Sorry, but her eyes knew secret things.
dearoldlove: You know we’d be great together if you had a little less faith, or I had a little more.
The unwinding cable car.
This is the correlation of salvation and love. Don’t drop your arms. Don’t drop your arms, I’ll guard your heart. With quiet words, I’ll lead you in. You’re so brilliant, don’t soon forget. You’re so brilliant, grace marked your heart.