There Is No Other Way To Find

There Is No Other Way To Find Ourselves But In Each Others Faces.

Love Is A Sweet Thing Caught A Momentand Held In A Golden Eye.

Poetry Is Fact Given Over To Imagery.

I Have Never Known A Cat That Couldn't Quiet Me Down Just By Walking Slowly Past My Chair.

We Come Into The World Alone. We Go Away The Same. We're Meant To Spend The Interlude Between In Closeness Or So We Tell Ourselves. But It's A Long Way From The Morning To The Evening.