Some People Are Just So Happy To

Falling In Love Was A Solo Act. I Knew That, Had Learned That The Hard Way. You Just Jumped And Hoped Your Parachute Opened. Sometimes You Looked Up And Saw You Were Falling By Yourself, The Object Of Your Desire Still On The Plane, Not Interested In Jumping, Watching You Descend Into That Scary Place Alone.

Once Desire Was Turned On, Combustion Gave It A Life Of Its Own. Once It Was Turned On It Became A Raging Wildfire, Uncontrollable And Uncontainable, The Type Of Conflagration That Had To Be Allowed To Burn Itself Out.

I Can Become A New Woman Every Day Until I Like The Woman I Become, Then I Can Become Her For A While, If Not Forever!

You're Just A Side Dish Not The Main Course!

It Takes As Long As Three Generations Of Hard Work, Three Generations Of Sacrifice To Correct The Wrong!