How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood,some afternoon that’s so deeply a part of your being,that you can’t even conceive of your life without it?Perhaps four or five times more.perhaps not even that.How many more times will you watch the full moon rise?Perhaps 20.And yet it all seems limitless.
Once I had the rarest rose That ever deigned to bloom Cruel winter chilled the bud And stole my flower too soon. Oh loneliness, oh hopelessness To search the ends of time For there is in all the world No greater love than mine.