You Are... You're Like A Beating Heart.

Nothing Comes Without A Price.

If A Man Truly Loves,....he Does Not Consider The Obstacles, The Restrictions, The Reasons Why His Choice May Be Flawed Or Impratical. He Gives No Heed To What Others May Think. His Heart Has No Room For That, For It Is Filled To The Brim With The Unutterable Truth Of His Feelings.

I Thought Of Betrayal And How It Came So Easily - In A Word, A Glance, A Gesture.

He And I…we Share A Bond. Not Love, Exactly. It Goes Beyond That. He Is Mine As Surely As Sun Follows Moon Across The Sky. Mine Before Ever I Knew He Existed. Mine Until Death And Beyond.

We Draw Our Strength From The Great Oaks Of The Forest. As They Take Their Nourishment From The Soil, And From The Rains That Feed The Soil, So We Find Our Courage In The Pattern Of Living Things Around Us. They Stand Through Storm And Tempest. They Grow And Renew Themselves. Like A Grove Of Young Oaks, We Remain Strong.