They thought that sending children might help; might tug at the heart strings; might make people listen. “From the mouths of babes”, that sort of thing.
Our bodies stood upon this earth; our hearts upon the moon; our cares in cold December; our lips in brightest June. There was no world around us, no skies of evening hue;
Kiss me under heaven and let the stars see light. Teach angels to envy; let them gaze on greater heights. Your love makes a blasphemer of my heart with each sweet kiss;
You’ve come too late, my love, to shine; an antique pearl in an age of swine. Man’s lost all love for things divine. You are the sun but men are blind.