Like Ships That Have Gone Down At

Love Doesn't Demand Perfection, But It Does Ask You To Give Yourself With Less Reserve Than You'd Prefer.

I Thought That The Light-house Looked Lovely As Hope, That Star On Life's Tremulous Ocean.

Come O'er The Sea, Maiden With Me, Mine Through The Sunshine, Storms And Snows; Seasons May Roll, But The True Soul Burns The Same, Where'er It Goes.

A Pretty Wife Is Something For The Fastidious Vanity Of A Roue To Retire Upon.

A Genuine Odyssey Is Not About Piling Up Experiences. It Is A Deeply Felt, Risky, Unpredictable Tour Of The Soul.