Love of man for woman - love of woman for man. That's the nature the meaning...
I arise full of eagerness and energy knowing well what achievement lies...
I need this wild life this freedom.
I hate birthdays.
Love grows more tremendously full swift poignant as the years multiply.
Such is the state of life that none are happy but by the anticipation of change: the change itself is nothing when we have made it the next wish is to change again.
