There Is One Way Of Breathing That

No Longer A Stranger, You Listen All Day To These Crazy Love-words. Like A Bee You Fill Hundreds Of Homes With Honey, Though Yours Is A Long Flight From Here.

A Circle Of Lovely, Quiet People Becomes The Ring On My Finger.

Love’s Secret Is Always Lifting Its Head Out From Under The Covers, “here I Am!”

The Final Flight Make Your Last Journey From This Strange World Soar For The Heights Where There Is No More God Has Created Your Wings Not To Be Dormant As Long As You Are Alive You Must Try More And More To Use Your Wings To Show You're Alive.

Do Not Worry If All The Candles In The World Flicker And Die. We Have The Spark That Starts The Fire.