The Boy
Oh!
The Man
Why, you might have told from my poems how I believe in love.
The Boy
I don't remember any love poems.
The Man
Bless your heart! Every one of them was a love poem. Not the old-fashioned kind, about fading roses and tender hearts.... I sent that book out as a cry for the mate. It is charged with the fulness of love. That's why I could write about trees and storms.
The Boy
I suppose if I had been older....