Life Offers More Than One Chance, Cathy,

Unless I'm Reading An Assignment Or Doing A Paper Or Taking A Test, I'm Thinking About You.

Love … I Put So Much Faith In It. Truth … I Kept Believing It Falls Always From The Lips Of The One You Love And Trust The Most. Faith … It’s All Bound Up To Love And Trust. Where Does One End And The Other Start, And How Do You Tell When Love Is The Blindest Of All?

It Is So Appropriate To Color Hope Yellow, Like The Sun We Seldom Saw. And As I Begin To Copy From The Old Memorandum Journals That I Kept For So Long, A Title Comes As If Inspired. 'open The Window And Stand In The Sunshine.' Yet, I Hesitate To Name Our Story That. For I Think Of Us More As Flowers In The Attic.

Patience. I Colored Patience Gray, Hung Over With Black Clouds. I Colored Hope Yellow, Just Like The Sun We Could See For A Few Short Morning Hours. Too Soon The Sun Rose High In The Sky & Disappeared From View, Leaving Us Bereft And Staring At Blue.

Unless I'm Reading An Assignment Or Doing A Paper Or Taking A Test, I'm Thinking About You.