"His Sweet Nothing!"
"His Sweet Nothing!" O! How can I even thank you for things I've not done... He picked me up from the darkest corner... And breathed...
His Gift!
His Gift! When I asked him, for flowers... He gave me a bagful of thorns... Yet, I know! He alone loves me... For before handing it over...
OM!
Let each and every pore on my skin.... In Silence sing "OM!" Whether thou respond or naught... Thou art verily my breath and life-force;...