Light Streamed Through One Of The Windows

To Say That You Can't See Echoes Of The Past In What I Do Would Be Absurd. Everything That Has Preceded Me Has Affected Me.

We Stare Into Each Other's Eyes And Softly Kiss Speaking And Saying More With The Movement Of Our Lips And The Tips Of Our Fingers Than Words Will Allow Us To Say. Words Can't Say This. The One Word Love Means Too Little For What It Is. It Means Everything And That Is Still Not Enough. It Doesn't Communicate Even A Fraction Of The Feelings Involved. Love. The Word Is Not Enough For What It Is. Love. Love.

Everything I Know And I Am And I Have Seen Felt Done Past Present Past Now Then Before Now Seen Felt Done Hurt Felt Focus Into A Something Beyond Words Beyond Beyond Beyond And It Speaks Now And It Says. Stay. Fight. Live. Take It.

Words Can't Say This. The One Word Love Means Too Little For What It Is. It Means Everything And That Is Still Not Enough.

Live And Let Live, Do Not Judge, Take Life As It Comes And Deal With It, Everything Will Be Okay.