Suffering Is How We Test Our Love

I Know Now That When The Loving, Honest Moment Comes It Should Be Seized, And Spoken, Because It May Never Come Again. And Unvoiced, Unmoving, Unlived In The Things We Declare Form Heart To Heart, Those True And Real Feelings Wither And Crumble In The Remembering Hand That Tries Too Late To Reach For Them.

I Was Free. Every Day, When You're On The Run, Is The Whole Of Your Life. Every Free Minute Is A Short Story With A Happy Ending.

I Still Love You. And Sometimes, My Friend, The Love That I Have, And Can't Give To You, Crushes The Breath From My Chest. Sometimes, Even Now, My Heart Is Drowning In A Sorrow That Has No Stars Without You, And No Laughter, And No Sleep.

The Past Reflects Eternally Between Two Mirrors - The Bright Mirror Of Words And Deeds, And The Dark One, Full Of Things We Didn't Do Or Say.

Love Is A One-way Street. Love, Like Respect Isn't Something You Get; It's Something You Give