If I had no sense of humor, I would long ago have committed suicide.

i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.

We’re all water from different rivers,
That’s why it’s so easy to meet,
We’re all water in this vast, vast ocean,
Someday we’ll evaporate together.