I hate liars, I hate users, I hate rude and disrespectful people. I'm not blind, I'm not deaf and I thank the lord for that, but I don't speak and I don't listen for the things that should have happened.

Hopes and thoughts of which we confide in our dreams, are anticapated to one day manifest into something great. Like a ground of egg shells becoming the solid base of which we all build our lives from. That is the beauty of life.

Lets fill this world of make believe, with a true abiding love, because he who may misconcieve could fall in a world of beguilement

Dreams are the only parallel to life that allow the mind to explore the impossible

Time is not and obstacle for love, for love; true love, foresees all boundaries, all limitations, and thrives off ones determination to overcome, and conquer; for no other reason than love.

You might want to call it and obsession, but thats not what it is, its just dedication at its highest.

How may I conjure my love onto thee from the depths of my soul, when my eyes cannot look beyond its physical limits, to measure the depth.

What dream do manifest between these four walls that can overcome us, but the innocence of a kiss, the desire that do fallow within my lovers eye. I dream not of that kiss, but the moment to fallow.

When words fail just let love prevail

Love is a language of it's own,
Filled with timeless and tireless words,
A language put out for all to know.