Damn you spoilt creature I shant make you love me any the more by giving myself away like this.

I dont think we get a choice in who we fall for Ian whispers. I think we just do.

Had I the heavens embroidered clothsEnwrought with golden and silver lightThe blue and the dim and the dark clothsOf night and light and the half lightI would spread the cloths under your feetBut I being poor have only my dreamsI have spread my dreams under your feetTread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Love is not a maybe thing you know when you love someone.

InventoryFour be the things I am wiser to knowIdleness sorrow a friend and a foe.Four be the things Id been better withoutLove curiosity freckles and doubt.Three be the things I shall never attainEnvy content and sufficient champagne.Three be the things I shall have till I dieLaughter and hope and a sock in the eye.

And all I loved I loved alone.

When you forgive you love. And when you love Gods light shines upon you.

Did I really want to stay on this road longer knowing it was only going to end in devastation

What about when someone doesnt need a shoulder What if they need the arms

You dont take away my choices. You are my choice.