Every human walks around with a certain kind of sadness. They may not wear it on their sleeves but it's there if you look deep.
I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute.
Now a soft kiss - Aye by that kiss I vow an endless bliss.
When we are dealing with death we are constantly being dragged down by the...