Once We Began To Chime The Hour,

Once, Lovers On Faraway Shores Sat By Candlelight And Dipped Ink To Parchment, Writing Words That Could Not Be Erased. They Took An Evening To Compose Their Thoughts, Maybe The Next Evening As Well.

You Count The Hours You Could Have Spent With Your Mother. It's A Lifetime In Itself.

But Man Invents Nothing God Did Not Create First.

In Order To Move On, You Must Understand Why You Felt What You Did And Why You No Longer Need To Feel It.

Forgive Yourself Before You Die. Then Forgive Others.