Since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of thing swill never wholly kiss you;wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the worldly blood approves, and kisses are a far better fate than wisdom lady I swear by all flowers. Don't cry--the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids' flutter which says we are for each other: then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life's not a paragraph And death I think is no parenthesis