Love you. How the mighty words do but fall. And still falling we bleed and say them still. These words in which we are immured, we call Ourselves forth to bask in, blinding us ill.
Beauty so deep affects the deep heart’s core, O’ City, City, how I will miss thee, An image deep in my mind to be bore. Streets that cast serenity within me,
Those rooms vast, fast vanished; I relinquished them for you, My mind vanquished from my life, Spaces that could have breathed, Faces I will never know. Those rooms life suppressed;