“For love is like a tree; it grows of itself; it send its roots deep into our being, and often continues to… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Then Scale by scale, We strip off The delicacy And eat The peaceful mush Of its green heart. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“Doesn’t it seem as though her heart were a green flame? Perhaps it’s the cold green heart of a small green snake,… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
