“Life’s like this,” He said to her, “Our heart’s are constant yearning. We come, we go We ebb, we flow Until there’s no Returning.”
The once-timid, the quiet girl.
The red arch waits, and so I go It leads to that I do not know But yet, my steps go ever on: To where I’ll go From where I’ve gone
The bridge to Jekyll Island...
What we do not understand, we can merely wonder at.
Their hearts were full.