Abortive time: unwilling to tarry Daylight begins to hide into the heat His moonless night desires to be starry Those lame knees want to break down on his feet From the poem Sonnet For A Man (Part I)
There were things one could do, things so terrible, Val was certain they could make someone stop loving you. She was equally certain that she had done some of these things, and as desperate as she was to be proven otherwise, she was equally afraid that she was right. That she had become as awful as the rest of the world seemed to think she was. That she was unlovable.
As the world goes to sleep And the butterflies lay down to weep When dreams take us to distant lands When there is nothing left but the caress of tears upon your face I will be listening to the secret whispers of your loneliness echo love's name upon the winds. Close your eyes my beloved, Eternity has kissed our lips and joy has called us to dance once more.
It is usually unbearably painful to read a book by an author who knows way less than you do, unless the book is a novel.