There are two births: the one when light, First strikes the new awakened sense; The other when two souls unite, And we must count our life from thence, When you loved me and I loved you, Then both of us were born anew.
I got well by talking. Death could not get a word in edgewise, grew discouraged, and traveled on.
I said I would never go to a psychiatrist, and I spent much of my life in psychoanalysis.