Now we're poetry-talking :) I liked those two poems for both fave poets of mine. They're not the best for them, but the first one got me thinking..hmmm. Fragment By Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The body, Eternal Shadow of the finite Soul, The Soul's self-symbol, its image of itself. Its own yet not itself--
A Prayer By Sara Teasdale
When I am dying, let me know That I loved the blowing snow Although it stung like whips; That I loved all lovely things And I tried to take their stings With gay unembittered lips; That I loved with all my strength, To my soul's full depth and length, Careless if my heart must break, That I sang as children sing Fitting tunes to everything, Loving life for its own sake.