Ah Love Is Bitter And Sweet, But

She Did Not Look At The Daffodils. They Didn't Mean Anything. She Looked At The Daffodils. She Said, 'thank You For The Daffodils.

Not God With Wine, Nor Death, Nor Hate For A Cry, But God With A Song

Words Were Her Plague And Words Were Her Redemption.

You Are Wind In A Stark Tree, You Are The Stark Tree Unbent, You Are A Strung Bow, You Are An Arrow.

I Will Be Free, No Lover's Kiss To Bind Me To Earth, No Bliss Of Love To Counteract Actual Bliss.