Your Kindness Cannot Be Said. You Open

You Left And I Cried Tears Of Blood. My Sorrow Grows. Its Not Just That You Left. But When You Left My Eyes Went With You. Now, How Will I Cry?

Everything That Is Made Beautiful And Fair And Lovely Is Made For The Eye Of One Who Sees.

Grace Comes To Forgive And Then Forgive Again.

For Hundreds Of Thousands Of Years I Have Been Dust-grains Floating And Flying In The Will Of The Air, Often Forgetting Ever Being In That State, But In Sleep I Migrate Back.

The Minute I Heard My First Love Story, I Started Looking For You, Not Knowing How Blind That Was. Lovers Don't Finally Meet Somewhere. They're In Each Other All Along.