And Thus Love Makes Fools Of Us

To Be Well In Your Mind You Have First To Be Free.

And Thus Love Makes Fools Of Us All.

There Was No Quick Grief For Andrew Because He Had Been So Slowly Lost. First From My Heart, Then From My Mind, And Only Finally From My Life.

However Long The Moon Disappears, Someday It Must Shine Again.

Still Shaking, In The Pew, I Understood That It Isn't The Dead We Cry For. We Cry For Ourselves, And I Didn't Deserve My Own Pity.