You're Excuses Are So Lame They're Limping.

Love Wasn't The Soft, Silky Words The Poets Spoke Of. Love,with It's Twin Edges, Was The One Factor That Weakened So Many Women, That Pushed Them To Compromised Their Own Wants, Their Own Needs For The Needs And Wants Of Another.

Ireland Is A Land Of Poets And Legends, Of Dreamers And Rebels. All Of These Have Music Woven Through And Around Them. Tunes For Dancing Or For Weeping, For Battle Or For Love.

I Want You More Than I Should," She Heard Herself Say. "i Have You Less Than I Want.

It Doesn't Matter, That's The Point. It Doesn't Matter That Things Don't Always Work Exactly The Way You Thought They Should. Moments Matter. People Matter, How They Feel, How They Connect. Who They Are Alone And Together. All That Matters, No Matter How Quickly The Moment Passes. Maybe Because It Passes.

Are You Telling Me You're Cooking Me Dinner?- Regan Its The Quickest Way, Without Physical Contact, To Get A Woman Into Bed. The Kitchen Through There?