Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.
I dwell in possibility.
Not knowing when the dawn will come, I open every door.
My friends are my estate.
A wounded deer leaps the highest.
Fortune befriends the bold.
For love is immortality.
I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
Luck is not chance, it’s toil; fortune’s expensive smile is earned.
Forever is composed of nows.
We turn not older with years but newer every day.
I felt it shelter to speak to you.
Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.