The song within your heart could never rise Until love bade it spread its wings and soar.

But, of your courtesy, Monsignore, Do me this favour: When you this morning make your way To the Ivory Throne that bursts into bloom with roses because of her …

Love is made out of ecstasy and wonder; Love is a poignant and accustomed pain. It is a burst of Heaven-shaking thunder; It is a linnet's fluting after rain.

Loving her, Monsignore, I love all her attributes; But I believe That even if I did not love her I would love the blueness of her eyes, And her blue garment, m…

For singing till his heaven fills, 'Tis love of earth that he instils, And ever winging up and up, Our valley is his golden cup, And he the wine which overflow…

I remember the time you told me, you said 'Love is touching souls,' Surely you've touched mine, cause Part of you pours out of me In these lines from time to t…

Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse.