Life Offers More Than One Chance, Cathy,

Dreams, I Thought. They're The Riches Of A Poor Person, Stashed In Treasure Chests Buried Deeply In The Imagination. But Are Dreams Enough?

Tragedy Had Sent Me Headlong Into Reality. All The Things I Had Seen Before Now Looked Different, Even Nature.

It Was The Eyes. The Secret Of Love Was In The Eyes. The Way One Person Looked At Another, The Way Eyes Communicated And Spoke When The Lips Never Moved.

A Flower Blooms Best In A Happy Pot.

Unless I'm Reading An Assignment Or Doing A Paper Or Taking A Test, I'm Thinking About You.