You intoxicated me. It was just as though you were making me love you by some invisible force.
If you’re tired of kissing me I’d better go.
You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.
The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day’s last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.
I don’t just want words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go.
I wasn’t actually in love, but felt a sort of tender curiosity.
Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.
Two souls are sometimes created together and in love before they’re even born.
