Help me explain this, that I may. Whisper it to me softly, and I cave. He ought to have known, but he never would have taken it to heart. Now I sit here, a stare, cursing the wind. How it listens to me! Oh, never but at once. They say you've taken yourself, and to the paths you tread. How, they say these awful things.. That you may know of love, but never infatuation. How can we chose our instincts? Only a thought of risen bearing. Many a ways to believe this subscript. You never will. So elegantly, my soul has its way. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, quality is inversely related to amiability... As much as it doesn't make sense, and as much as people don't understand. Forcibly, the wearings take their greed of the standpoint. They don't know where they went wrong, but maybe they prefer the latter to be mistaken. Perhaps they enjoy others toddling them in their misery.