I Love Animals, Always Have, And It

I Knew From The Moment I Heard You, The Moment I Saw The Gun And Realized That This Lovely, Petit Woman Was The Executioner, That You Would Never Die Waiting For Me To Save You - That You Would Save Yourself.

I Stared At Jean-claude And It Wasn't The Beauty Of Him That Made Me Love Him, It Was Just Him. It Was Love Made Up Of A Thousand Touches, A Million Conversations, A Trillion Shared Looks. A Love Made Up Of Danger Shared, Enemies Conquered, A Determination To Neither Of Us Would Change The Other, Even If We Could. I Love Jean-claude, All Of Him, Because If I Took Away The Machiavellian Plottings, The Labyrinth Of His Mind, It Would Lessen Him, Make Him Someone Else.

I Know The Universe Has A Sense Of Irony, And Sometimes You Get Reminded Just How Sadistic That Can Be.

By 17, I Was Submitting To Publications And Collecting My First Rejection Slips.

Love Mattered, In The End. A House Without Love Would Always Fall, Maybe Not Today Or Tomorrow, But In The End Without Love Nothing Could Endure.