Extending Your Hand Is Extending Yourself.

I've Come To Terms With It, It Knows I Know.

Love Is A Sweet Thing Caught A Momentand Held In A Golden Eye.

We Come Into The World Alone. We Go Away The Same. We're Meant To Spend The Interlude Between In Closeness Or So We Tell Ourselves. But It's A Long Way From The Morning To The Evening.

May Your Hand Be Full For Always If Only With Another Hand. May Your Heart Be Empty Only Long Enough To Give You Cause To Fill It Up Again With Love. May Your Soul Be Lost By You Only To Be Found By God.

If I Could Do It Over, I'd Do Better.