"Ripples in places through time in spaces. The chapters to my story, please don't turn back my pages.
The rose love novel cases is
What lead me to these places."

I follow my heart's beat as
If it were the chorus to my song,
After all it is the sound of my soul.

Homely warmth within my arms
For you whom might decide
The spirit of recognition when you
Decide to confide.

The loss of this comfort, also from within, conflicts my spirit.
The empty felt feeling inside now lives in me.
" Where do they go, the tears
That reach the pond? Do they surface to the soil? Then grow from the ground?"
To grow what my eyes see as a rose. Be the cliche' what they call
It but is the moral of the structure of my being.

"I grew from love, into love,
Taught by love, and trust in love.
No form of otherwise would live in me or my vocabulary.
There is only room for you and the trust you have in me.

Please don't ever fail to see, that if you need anybody you can always call on me.

Do not be weary when your heartbeat sounds near me.
When you see your comforted hand in mine.
The blessings we see are refined.

" I now know the mystery of a heart in love, by a miraculous grand design."