The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves,
and not to twist them to fit our own image.
Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.
You Were A Revelation
The Day I Saw You Standing
In The Distance
Your Hands Held Tight The Balcony
An Overcast Look Adorned Your Face
And For The Second Time In My Life
I Needed To Hold You
And Oh, How I Wanted To.
Forgive Me.
