Passion is like a hay fire, easy to light, fiery in burning, quick to cease and hard to enjoy,
But Love is like the embers from coal, though hard to light sometimes, it's gentle in burning, never ceasing, to enjoy for a lifetime.

We are all fools at one point or another,
But if there is anything true about wisdom
It's the ability to step out of ones own darkness
When finally seeing the light.

Wary I've been of an admirer's company. The critique I've welcomed, listened to every word.

A light spirit can quicken the ugliest countenance,
But there cannot be found a beautiful face,
To compensate for a wicked heart.