Vessels of virtue and vice, standing to my either sides, lead me not where I will me to go, but there I will be, with all that I need and I know.

Trully sad are those people that define life by tragedies of their own devise.

Such cruelties are found in the taxation of one's heart and soul, all for naught.

When the clouds steal away the full moon light. Have you ever heard the crashing waves respond with silence?

All I can do is give a heavy sigh and walk away, memories in hand and sad ending written.

Our future together is like a paint by numbers. Don't loose sight of the lines, pick your brush, pick your colors.

Never a sweeter love is it than that recieved by one so sweetly loved.

Rare is a moment that you would want to live as a lifetime. Rarer is the person to spend it with.

Svelte innuendos silhouette sweet scenes across my mind. Like playscripts begging practice, someday, sometime.