She Can Feel His Blood, Just Beneath

I Saw The End Of His Life Right There In That Single Moment. His Pride, His Decency, His Secrets, His Death.

Others Said May Was Best, That Sweet Green Time When Lilacs Bloomed And Gardens Along Main Street Were Filled With Sugary Pink Peonies And Dutch Tulips.

In A World Of Sorrow, Love Was An Act Of Will. All You Needed Were The Right Ingredients.

I Wasn't Quite As Certain That I Knew Her Soul. When It Came Right Down To It, I Wasn't Sure She Knew Me Either.

He Fell In Love With The Way She Closed Her Eyes, Long Before He Fell In Love With Her.