Nancy Had A Mouth Like A Remembered

There Are All Kinds Of Love In This World But Never The Same Love Twice.

She Was A Faded But Still Lovely Woman Of Twenty-seven.

So We Drove On Toward Death Through The Cooling Twilight.

I'm A Romantic; A Sentimental Person Thinks Things Will Last, A Romantic Person Hopes Against Hope That They Won't.

Her Body Calculated To A Millimeter To Suggest A Bud Yet Guarantee A Flower.