Jane Merchant Quotes

We will not speak of separation / While the frail hours grow less. / Nothing shall mar the brief perfection / Of our togetherness.
Walk gently

While we were counting stars, / The stars were counting us.

I do not say there were no hurts. / I say they mattered less than love.

And all the hurts and scars / Of everyday were healed, and I would sleep / Safe with the good-night memory of stars.