I end not far from my going forth By picking the faded blue Of the last remaining aster flower To carry again to you. - Robert Frost

A poet never takes notes..you never take notes in a Love Affair.

The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But now the theory goes
That the apple's a rose,
And the pear is, and so's
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only knows
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose
But were always a rose.

Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason, And bow and accept the end Of a love or a season?