There's No Cure, Except The Retreat Into

A Warm, Rainy Day-this Is How It Feels When Friends Get Together. Friend Refreshes Friend Then, As Flowers Do Each Others, In A Spring Rain.

A Lover Knows Only Humility, He Has No Choice. He Steals Into Your Alley At Night, He Has No Choice. He Longs To Kiss Every Lock Of Your Hair, Don't Fret, He Has No Choice. In His Frenzied Love For You, He Longs To Break The Chains Of His Imprisonment, He Has No Choice.

Once You Conquer Your Selfish Self, All Your Darkness Will Change To Light.

From Understanding Comes Love.

In Silence There Is Eloquence. Stop Weaving And See How The Pattern Improves.