Try Another Way Of Looking. Try You

If These Poems Repeat Themselves, Then So Does Spring.

I Was There In The Beginning And I Was The Spirit Of Love.

Birdsong Brings Relief To My Longing. I Am Just As Ecstatic As They Are, But With Nothing To Say.

No Prayer Is Complete Without Presence.

When Love Is Not Accepted Move On; When Love Is Not Appreciated Walk Away; Hopefully Time Will Teach What Real, True Love Is.