Half-heartedne Ss Doesn't Reach Into Majesty.

This Torture Why Should We Tell You Our Love Stories When You Spill Them Together Like Blood In The Dirt? Love Is A Pearl Lost On The Ocean Floor, Or A Fire We Can’t See, But How Does Saying That Push Us Through The Top Of The Head Into The Light Above The Head? Love Is Not An Iron Pot, So This Boiling Energy Won’t Help. Soul, Heart, Self. Beyond And Within Those Is One Saying, How Long Before I’m Free Of This Torture!

I Am So Close, I May Look Distant.

Why Set Your Heart On A Piece Ofearth,seek Out The Source Which Shines Forever.

Let Yourself Become Living Poetry.

All We Really Want Is Love's Confusing Joy.