No one said we had to spend every waking moment together," he said, "but at the end of the day"-he leaned and kissed each of her eyebrows, in turn-"an most of the time during, there is no one I would rather see, no one whose voice I would rather hear, and no one whose mind I would rather explore.

Hyacinth. Please forgive me.

In your Curled petals what ghosts Of blue headlands and seas, What perfumed immortal breath sighing Of Greece.