E.E. Cummings Excersise

Since feeling pays attention first to the synatx of things that will never wholly kiss you or to whjolly be a fool. My blood approves the coming of spring, and kisses are a better fate than wisdom to which I swear by all the flowers. Do not cry, the best gesture of my brain is less than your that of your eyelids’ flutter which says we are for each other. Then you shall laugh, leaning back in my arms for life is not a paragrapgh, and death is not a parenthesis.